Jasper stared, dumbfounded. "Why should we go looking for Ste? Let her trend online all she wants-what''s it got to do with us?"


    Haynes looked about ready tough in disbelief. "Jasper, do you really think just covering your face means no one will recognize you?"


    “That video''s audio was crystal clear. Even if someone doesn''t see your face, anyone who knows you—or heck, just some clerk from a store you frequent— could pick out your voice in a second."


    Jasper shot upright in his seat. "Video? What video?"


    "Ste released some security footage."


    Jasper blinked, thrown. "What?"


    All he''d seen was Ste''s studio getting trashed trending online, along with a few photos. He hadn''t paid attention to anything else.


    So what if she was asking for tips? No way she could have found anything useful, not with the cameras wrecked.


    Haynes''s tone was icy. "Security footage."


    Jasper blurted out, "That''s impossible. I destroyed those cameras ages ago."


    As soon as he said it, realization dawned.


    "Look, Haynie, Rachel''s studio got trashed, too. I was just standing up for her, that''s all..."


    Somehow, Jasper suddenly felt guilty. Ste was still Haynes''s ex-wife, and Keen''s mom. He knew better than to push his luck in front of Haynes.


    Haynes was silent for a long moment. Finally, he said, "Ste''s got indoor footage. It doesn''t show your face, but your voice is loud and clear. I''ve managed to keep the video from spreading-for now. But with how popr she istely, it won''t stay buried for long. This is thest time I''m helping you. Figure it out."


    He hung up before Jasper could say a word.


    That night, despite Haynes''s efforts, the video was leaked online.


    Jasper had been so smug, convinced his disguise would fool everyone. But within two hours of the video''s release, every detail about him was being dragged into the light.


    Someone recognized his watch. Otherspared his shoes and jacket. Some eagle-eyed inte sleuths even identified the ring on his hand.


    It didn''t stop there-his belt, of all things, was matched to old photos. The inte detectives dug up his social media posts forparison, and a anonymous tipster eve screencapped his private vacation albums.


    In just a few hours, there was nowhere left for Jasper to hide.


    For the first time, real panic set in.


    Abby scrolled through the trending news, her jaw hitting the floor. "No way! These inte sleuths are insane-how did they ID Jasper so fast?!"


    Ste, sorting through a stack of sheet music, paused at Abby''s outburst.


    "They''re sharp, I''ll give them that.


    Once they had a lead, it was only a matter of time before they found


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    him but I didn''t expect it to fast."


    Abby, ever the agent, caught on immediately. She shot Ste an impressed thumbs-up. “Star, did you hire some social media pros? That''s genius!"


    Ste replied, perfectly at ease, "Just giving them a taste of their own medicine."


    "Exactly! They had iting!" Abby nodded emphatically. "So, what''s next? What should I do?"


    Ste met her gaze. "Next? I think it''s time we took that new car out for a spin."


    Meanwhile, Haynes''s office phone rang nonstop.


    He ignored it, standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing out at the city.


    A dull ache twisted in his stomach-a pain he hadn''t felt in a long time.


    There was a gentle knock at the door. His assistant, Lacey, stepped in. "Mr. O''Brien, someone''s here to see "


    He cut her off, cold and t. "Didn''t I say I''m not seeing anyone today?"