Reaching up, I rubbed my eyelids and blew out a long, slow breath. I couldn't stop staring at the message I'd received from Olive.
Olive: I couldn't trace it. Forget the number or find a different route to out whoever is threatening you, Harley.
Nothing was making sense to me. I've known Olive since I was little, and even at the age of sixteen, he was already working as a bodyguard for my father. Saying Olive was smart was an understatement. Olive was everything more than smart and intelligent. Compared to him, I couldn't even be considered a genius despite my brain.
There was nothing he couldn't do or figure out. They were one of the reasons he was my father's closest bodyguard, someone the old man trusted deeply and probably lifted his guard around.
