The Fisher family people had already arrived in Jetstream. Marina wanted to run? Too late.

When I got home from walking the dog, I saw someone standing at the villa gate. From the figure alone, it looked like a young woman.

Slim, tall. A gray-white shoulder bag clutched in her hand. Every few seconds, she turned to look toward the villa.

Is Marina some kind of bloodhound?

No matter where I am, she can always track me down.

I ...