Aiden was at his desk, anxiously tapping his fingers against the wooden surface. The calm he’d forced himself into disappeared. He had ended his call with Mandy, promising to wait, but his patience was thin.

Every few minutes, he kept refreshing the news, watching the chaos grow. The need to act pressed hard in his chest. Finally, he gave in.

His fingers flew over his keyboard. In moments, Jane’s life was laid bare on his screen; her full name, her family background, their modest ...