Aidan called his private investigator.
“Sarah Williams,” he said curtly. “Check if she’s booked any international flights, specifically to the Maldives. I want every detail departure, accommodations, everything.”
Maisie stood beside him, her arms crossed. “What are we going to do, Aidan? If Sarah’s running, we need to stop her.”
“We will,” Aidan assured her. “But first, I need to figure out how deep this goes.”
They heard the rumble of a car pulling into his driveway. He opened the door to find Brenton, his closest friend, standing tall in his military fatigues.
“Brenton,” Aidan greeted, clasping his hand firmly. “What brings you here?”
Brenton’s expression was grave. “I just got back from a mission, but I needed to see you. There’s something you need to know about this so-called nav
