Sarah POV
We went through the front door of Zane’s villa in subdued silence, Agent Travis hardly looking up from his phone and the reports he was getting from the police. Hans met us, took our coats, and said the girls were at art class.
I noticed he looked at me somewhat intensely, then nodded to himself. It reminded me of the way I would look over Chloe when we’d been apart for a few hours, making sure she was OK. I hid a smile. Hans then announced there was a late lunch laid out for us in the kitchen, which I knew meant the informal dining room right next to the kitchen.
Zane Cavendish didn’t eat his luncheon standing over a counter, after all.
The initial idea of food wasn’t appealing, but then I realized I was starving. Along the sideboard were laid out cold meats, cheese, slice
