“What are they doing now, Jimmy?” Lucas texted the man he hired to spy on Amy and Asa.

Lucas stared at his phone as the message sent, his fingers tapping impatiently against the edge of his desk. His thoughts churned, the irritation growing with every passing second.

His phone buzzed with a reply.

Jimmy: They’re still on the mini golf course. No sign of anything strange. They’re just playing, talking, looks like having fun. She seems relaxed.

Lucas narrowed his eyes, his mind ...