She gestured to the man beside her. "This is my husband's close friend, Finn Sullivan. He told me he has a thing for women like you."
Caroline's cheeks flushed pink. Her gaze swept over him, and greed ignited in her eyes.
Finn's lips curved into a charming smile. He opened the rear door with practiced elegance. "Hop in, Princess."
"You certainly know how to charm a girl." She flashed her most captivating smile and slid into the leather seat.
I watched the entire scene from the upstairs window.
As the car sped away, a nagging familiarity tugged at me. I'd seen that man before. Trusting my gut, I sent the photo I'd snapped to an old classmate—an Interpol officer.
Is this the fugitive you guys are hunting?
