Chapter 12

Caleb stayed silent for a long time, so long that Sigmund, on the other end of the line, cleared his throat nervously. "Mr. Solt?" At last, Caleb spoke, his voice deep and resonant. "I got it. Find out which flight Winona is on and her destination in five minutes." Sigmund moved quickly. Soon, he reported, "I found it. Ms. Nander bought a one-way ticket for the 3:00 pm flight to Smokebay, Frostia." Frostia—the land famous for aurora borealis, glaciers, and freedom. Of course, that was exactly where she would go. Caleb gripped his phone so tightly his knuckles turned white. After a pause, he instructed, "Contract the best local tour and security company in Frostia. Make sure she's… safe while she's there." He hesitated, then added as if to justify the sudden command to himself, "That's… my one last responsibility as her ex-husband." Yet the furrow in his brow and the shadow in his eyes betrayed a restless mind. After clearing his backlog of urgent business, Caleb—moving almost on