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?