Chapter 102

It was amazing what a little scopolamine could do.

Everything had been going according to plan—she finally had a promising infant that survived to six months and seemed likely to live to adulthood—and then this happened.

Who would have thought someone as insignificant as the nurse who’d been hired to care for the baby would manage to get him past Pandora’s top-notch security team and out of the nursery?

Who would have thought someone brought up in the foster system would have the intelligence to avoid discovery for more than seven years?

Pandora didn’t frown—she never permitted any facial expressions to mar the smoothness of her features—but she could express her displeasure through her tone of voice.

“I take it Mr. Jameson was unable to acquire the boy.”

“In a word? Yes. What do you want me to do?”

“Deuce is in South Carolina. Get him on the phone.”

“You did give him two weeks off.”

Pandora said nothing, merely observed him stonily.