Cadence asked her to make contact with air traffic control and see if she could determine where he might be headed. In the meantime, Cadence periodically checked in with Christian to see if his memory had been jogged at all. The beads of sweat on his forehead, despite the air conditioned cabin, made her think there was more to this story that he wasn't telling her. The trip from the airport to headquarters was both dangerous and quick. Cadence was driving Aaron's preferred Aventador, and she covered the distance so rapidly, Christian, a seasoned veteran, was actually holding on for dear life. She screeched to a halt outside of Aaron's office building. Christian's lab was next door. "Okay, go check your lab. I'm going to go check his office for anything Mrs. Carminati might have overlooked

