The hotel room was small and unremarkable, exactly what Luna had hoped for. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the untraceable phone Marcus had given her. Part of her wanted to call Grayson, to hear his voice and pretend she could return to the safety of his arms.
Instead, she pulled out her laptop and began searching for everything she could find about Dr. James Ashford.
He was currently on vacation and not in the country, if not she would have gone directly to his house.
The man had an impressive public profile. Respected researcher, published author, philanthropist. He'd worked at several prestigious institutions over the past two decades, always in research positions, always quietly brilliant. But there were gaps in his timeline—months here and there where his whereabouts
