Chapter Twenty One

Alex.

Alex watched her go and cursed under his breath. He dragged a hand through his hair before he sat down and reopened the laptop. A quick check of

the browsing history showed she had done nothing more than research memory loss and a few articles about his company. Another check of his files indicated none of his business documents had been accessed.

He cursed again. He had reacted badly, but seeing her using his computer had immediately put him on guard. In that moment, he had wondered if her memory loss was all a ruse and she was plotting again to betray him.

He propped his elbows on the desk and held his head in his hands. His meeting with the detective in charge of the investigation into Maya’s abduction had been an exercise in frustration. They had little to no information to go on, and the one person who could supply it couldn’t remember.

Maya hadn’t been rescued as the news had led viewers to believe; rather, she had been abandoned by her kidnappers, and an anonymous caller