Price's POV
I step into my bedroom and close the door behind me, letting out a sharp breath. The plan is falling into place, but now I need to act carefully—very carefully. My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and I pick it up without hesitation.
"Josh."
I say as soon as he answers.
"Price."
His voice comes through smooth, but there's an edge to it.
"How's it going?"
"Not as clean as I'd like."
I admit, pacing the room.
"They're getting too close, asking too many questions. And that Mika woman? She's sharper than she looks. I haven't confirmed her theories yet.
"Relax."
Josh says.
"You always get too wound up when the heat is on. What's the status with Chris?"
I smirk.
"Completely under my control. He's doubting everyone except me. Zayn, Kattie—all of them. They're just noise to him now."
"Good."
Josh replies, a hint of approval in his tone.
"And the Stathams?"