The next day, Teagan was in Christian’s office on the computer early in the morning, researching Sasha and Stuart. She’d known them for about six years, ever since they moved in the neighborhood, and their kids went to the same school as CJ and Cole. Not being able to sleep all last night, Teagan tossed and turned until she decided to get ahead of whatever Sasha was trying to accomplish. The good thing about being the director of The Firm was that she had access to certain databases of the government, not only getting license information, background checks, and even medical records if need be.
“Born in Chicago,” Teagan muttered, writing down the last known address Sasha had before getting married to Stuart.
As she read through the files, her cell phone rang.
“Yeah.”
“They haven’t left
