Roman didn’t waste time.

He handed the number to someone who owed him favors—someone who didn’t ask questions and didn’t care why. Whisper was the best man for this job.

Within minutes, a location ping came through.

“Spain.”

Rebecca’s brow furrowed. “Spain? I… I don’t know anyone there. I’ve never even been there.”

Serena leaned closer, eyes scanning the screen. “Could it be… masked? Maybe the number was routed through a VPN or something?”

“Possible,” Roman said slowly, tapping his finger against the table. “But it’s not accidental. Whoever is behind this knows what they’re doing.”

His mind raced ahead, trying to connect dots no one else had seen yet....