"There is absolutely no woman who matches the description you have given us."
"No?"
"No, Mr Maslow," The contractor said on the other end of the call, "I have quite a large database that covers most of the United States and I have called in favors for the areas I do not have my foot hold in. There is no such face in the continent of North America."
So, he said.
Another man who gave him a disappointed answer.
"Alright then. You'll find the rest of the payment wired to you." With nothing more to say, Aiden hung up on him.
He placed the phone face down on the table in front of him. It was still early hours in the morning and he was in the office. Aiden had not called him after the conversation with Leah.
Fuck, he ran his fingers through his hair.
She did not want to have any kind of contact with him. That was her decision not something he was going to accept, but for the timing he had to leave for alone.
