83From behind the tinted window of a black car parked near the airport, Leon kept his gaze fixed on the exit gate, where Giselle and a small child had just gotten into a taxi.

His face was rigid, his dark eyes unmoving. It was as if he was looking at something that should have disappeared long ago — yet there it was, standing so vividly before him once again.

“Joe,” he called softly.

His personal assistant, Joe, who was sitting in the front seat, immediately turned around. “Yes, Mr. Leon?”

“Follow that taxi. But don’t get too close.”

Joe nodded quickly. “Understood, sir.”

The black car began to move, keeping...