Chapter 53
“Are you sure, Lindsay?”
“Very. I’ll get the file delivered to you right after Stefan finishes with it.”
“Thank you. I will be at Mon Ciel this morning.”
Ciaran put the phone away. Stefan was searching for old records of Juliette’s addresses before they were married. What an i***t! He should have known Ciaran had tagged all information channels of anything related to Juliette. As soon as Stefan triggered a search, his people would be alerted.
He gazed out at the endless lawn of the manicured back garden, squinting at the sunshine on the beheaded statue of the Goddess of Kindness, the missing head a product of his youth. His father had placed the statue in the garden to remind him of his careless action.
But he was four when it had happened. What would a child of that age k
