“What more?”
He reached for another envelope.
“This came to us yesterday.”
He handed it to me.
I opened it.
Inside was a photograph.
Jasmine.
Standing outside a private building in Zurich.
Beside her was a man I recognized.
Aaron’s former business partner.
The one who had supposedly disappeared from the company three years ago after a bitter dispute.
I looked at the date.
Three days earlier.
My heart began pounding.
“That’s impossible.”
“No,” my father said.
“It’s very possible.”
I turned the photograph over.
There was a handwritten note on the back.
Six words.
She didn’t come here for Aaron.
I stared at it.
My father watched me carefully.
“There’s one more thing.”
“What?”
He hesitated.
Then he said:
“Jasmine has been investigating you.”
A cold sensation traveled down my spine.
“Why?”
“We don’t know.”
“Then find out.”
“We already tried.”
“And?”
My father’s expression darkened.
