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Detective Bradley was not a superstitious man; of that he had been certain his whole life. There was very little mystery in this world, left to him, and anything could be explained with a little bit of logic and reasoning.
But even he had to admit that something was seriously wrong with Aiden Lambert.
From the moment the man left him at the restaurant, he had been tracking his phone. He merely wanted to keep an eye on him, and make sure that the man wasn’t up to anything foolish or illegal. But when he saw that Aiden was back in Malibu merely ten minutes after leaving the restaurant, he couldn’t believe his eyes.
Surely it had to be a glitch, he had thought. How in God’s name could a man move that fast? He had seen Aiden holding the phone only a few minutes ago. There was no way
