"Milo Preston?"
'What important business could he possibly have, other than eating, drinking, and fooling around?'
Aiden Sinclair's head was throbbing. He leaned it back against the rear seat. "Have you found her?"
Jay Keane hesitated for a moment. "Not yet. Hospital surveillance shows Miss Walsh getting out of the elevator on the lower level and into a blue Ferrari. But the footage is incomplete—it didn't capture the license plate. I'll have someone pull the surveillance from outside the hospital tomorrow."
"Mm," Aiden Sinclair nodded.
The thought of Nina Walsh brought a storm of emotions, his feelings ricocheting between wanting to see her and not daring to.
"A blue Ferrari?"
Something suddenly occurred to Aiden Sinclair. The car Milo Preston usually drove was a blue Ferrari, and he had said he was coming to the hospital to see him today.
