“She went to a countryside hospital, pregnant, the day she disappeared. But by midnight, she slipped out quietly, and let’s just say, the balloon had popped.”
A dry laugh escaped my lips, almost involuntarily, as the pieces started to click into place.
As I watched the footage, something caught my eye—she wasn’t alone. A man was waiting for her inside an unidentified car, but the footage was too dark to make out his face.
I leaned closer to the screen. “Did you get an ID on the guy in the car?”
Fox went silent, the line thick with tension. “Amore,” he finally said, his voice low, “you know the rules. I can’t divulge a client’s information.”
“Hah!” I laughed in disbelief. Every piece of intel from Fox made me want to set the world on fire.
This guy was part of the reason nothing was reaching me, and I hired him to help me out. Damn irony!
“Do you flirt with all your clients, or just me?” I asked, needing to distract myself from making him an enemy too.
“Only because I like you,” he teased, but I could hear a serious edge to his voice.