Morning light streamed through the tall glass windows of Kingsley Group, but Adrian Kingsley barely noticed.
He stood by his desk, eyes fixed on the skyline, though his mind was elsewhere.
Elena.
The ice cream shop.
The little boy.
Blue eyes.
He rubbed his temple, trying to shake off the unease settling in his chest.
A knock came at the door.
“Come in.”
Daniel Carter entered, holding a slim file.
“You work fast,” Adrian said.
“I started last night,” Daniel replied, placing the folder on the desk.
Adrian opened it immediately. “What did you find?”
Daniel sat across from him. “Elena Laurent has been overseas for the past three years.”
“Where?”
“Mostly Europe—Paris, Zurich, London.”
Adrian skimmed through the pages. “Building Laurent Group.”
“Exactly.”
Adrian paused. “Any ma
