There was a pause. “I wouldn’t call it that—”
“Don’t lie. I know you always had a thing for her. I didn’t care before. Now I do.”
Another pause. This time, guiltier. “She’s not exactly easy to track. She changed numbers, stopped using her old accounts. But I have a few leads.”
Jonas’s lips twisted into a humorless smile. “Good. I want you to find out where she’s living. Who she’s been staying with. Every piece of dirt you can dig up.”
Aston’s voice grew more serious. “Understood. I’ll get to work.”
“No f**k-ups, Aston,” Jonas warned, his voice like ice. “If someone gets wind of what you’re doing and she runs, I’ll take your ears for souvenirs. Are we clear?”
“Crystal.”
Jonas ended the call without another word.
He stared out the window, his gaze fixed on the forest that surrounded
