FLASHBACK
One Hour Before the Incident at Charlotte's Apartment...
Ethan stepped out of his car, adjusting his suit jacket as he walked toward the private jet waiting on the tarmac.
The night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of jet fuel.
He was just a few steps from the plane's entrance when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
Frowning, he pulled it out and glanced at the screen. It was Linda.
His grip tightened around the phone knowing Linda wouldn't call unless it was urgent. Without hesitation, he moved a few steps away from the jet, pressing the phone to his ear.
"I can hear you."
"Ethan, listen carefully," Linda's voice came fast, urgent. "I just got word from Alexander. Eleanor said something might happen to Charlotte tonight."
Ethan's body went rigid, his free hand clenching into a fist. "How sure are you?"