Alexander’s pov

My fingers tapped restlessly against the steering wheel of the sleek black car I’d arranged to have waiting for me upon landing in Staten Island. I’d parked across the street from Saint Laurent Daycare, my eyes fixed on the entrance as children and adults moved in and out in a steady stream.

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows, and the air buzzed with the chatter of kids and the hum of engines as parents arrived to pick them up.

I glanced at my watch. It ...