Scarlett ended the call with a dark look on her face.
Then she snatched up her coat. "Ethan, I need to go. I'll be back later."
Ethan sat on the edge of the hotel bed, a half-empty glass of water in his hand, long gone cold. He did not ask. Or maybe he simply no longer cared where Scarlett went.
Ethan unlocked his phone and opened the tracking app. He had kept it running since the moment she landed in Tidehaven, watching her location refresh on the map. She had no idea there was a tracker on her phone. Back in Stormhaven, Ethan had ordered Connor to install it. Scarlett had never noticed.
Now the dot moved steadily along one of Tidehaven's main roads, then veered onto the coastal highway and kept going, farther and farther from the city.
An hour later, it stopped.
The location sat al
