The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Neville quickly realized who was tailing him.

A faint crease appeared between his brows.

Why was Foreman following him instead of chasing the suspicious car? What was he playing at?

Neville mulled it over for a few seconds, then decided to call Foreman.

"Mr. Richards, I'd think right now you have more important things to do than follow me," Neville said quietly. "After all, I'm not the one who kidnapped Star."

Foreman's voice was calm, almost detached. "My people are already pursuing the suspicious car. As for you, Mr. Connolly-weren't you the one who suggested we put aside our differences and work together? Yet here you are, keeping new leads to yourself."

Neville replied, "Foreman, I can't guarantee the person I'm chasing is involved, or that Star is even with them. Splitting up is our best shot."

Foreman let out a short, cold laugh. "How I proceed is none of your business, Mr. Connolly."

There was a long silence before Neville spoke again. "If you want to follow, be my guest." With that, he hung up.

If Foreman was still shadowing him, it meant he hadn't found anything useful either.

But then, Foreman's phone rang.

On the other end, one of his men sounded panicked. "Mr. Richards! There's been an accident-the car we were chasing just crashed off the overpass! We found Abby inside."

drained of color. "And

sir. She might still be in the car. Our team is

heart seize up, vision blacking out for a split

at his assistant, "Turn around! Head for the overpass,

car pull

Foreman's lead. He had to

***

pale and tense beside the crash

pulled from the

nearly drowned, and was

hospital. Content beloned, and

still searching

finally hauled Abby's car

It was empty.

team members reported back: no sign

Foreman

was left in agonizing

never

all-or

at

away?

had the river swept