Theodore’s pen paused in midair. He frowned, his eyes still firmly fixed on the entrance of the mall. “Are you certain?” he asked into the phone pressed to his ear.
A loud huff came over the line. It sounded as though the caller was offended that Theodore had even asked the question. Theodore couldn’t imagine why. He had the right to ask. It wasn’t like Theodore could risk acting on wrong intel. But it was obvious his contact took offense by his next words. “Of course, I’m sure. What am I? An amateur? A kid in kindergarten would find her. She’s not exactly hiding.”
Theodore pursed his lips, his frown deepening. And that was exactly the problem, he thought grimly. First, he had been surprised to discover that Mirabelle had walked out of her fiancé’s penthouse in one piece, but he was even
