The sun filtered through the tall windows of the sleek, glass-walled office, casting soft streaks of light across the polished floor. Kingsley sat at his desk, tie loosened, eyes fixed on a blank page before him. He hadn’t really worked all day. His mind had been circling the same question like a hawk: Was she really pregnant? And if so… where is the child?

A knock.

He looked up. “Come in.”

The door opened, and Nathan Caldwell, his private investigator, stepped in with a ...