A few minutes after Jones left his office,
Ethan's phone, the one he had been staring at every few seconds, finally vibrated and a stream of photos lit up his screen. He quickly unlocked it.
There was Clara Stepping out of her car at The Lancaster. There was another photo of her handing her keys to the valet, and finally
the last photo of her walking confidently through the entrance in that short, fitted dress he couldn't get out of his head since morning.
Another photo appeared, she was being ushered into a private room.
Who was she meeting privately? Why privately? Before he could think further, the next image loaded, and his breath left him as his heart shuttered. "Mark Hayes?" The words left his mouth involuntary.
