Chapter 9

Calvin stood on the airstrip, watching the helicopter ascend. He kept his eyes on it until it disappeared into the sky. He clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. He hadn't forgotten what Joanna had asked of him. Gritting his teeth, he turned and walked away without looking back. Before leaving, he wiped all traces of their presence—surveillance footage, travel records, everything. It was as if they had never been there. His car sped down the road. He rolled down the window and tossed out Joanna's phone. Moments later, it was crushed beneath the tires of an oncoming truck. … Inside the villa, Rowan sat beside Hattie, a vague sense of unease creeping through him. Hattie was curled against him on the couch, resting her head on his lap. Sensing his agitation, she straightened and tried to massage his shoulders. Rowan brushed her hands off, clearly irritated by her touch. He grabbed his phone and stepped out onto the balcony. He had assumed the reason he wasn't gett