Chapter 7

“Did you recognize any of the names attached to the fundraisers?”

“Not really. One, Oliver Moss, rang a bell. Turns out he interned in my office for about three months a few years back.”

Though Aden kept his features blank at the unexpected name, Domingo wasn’t nearly as stoic. It was nothing Terence was likely to catch on to, but the distinct scent of alarm emanated from Domingo’s skin, enough to make Aden’s nose itch.

“I didn’t realize Oliver was interested in politics,” he said smoothly. “Would you still have contact information for him or the people associated with the fundraiser he was involved in?”

Terence shrugged one massive shoulder. “Julie probably does. She’d still have his information on file because of the internship. I’ll make sure she calls you this afternoon.”

Domingo leaned in and murmured in Aden’s ear, “Do you want me to call Enzo?” And warn themwas what he left unspoken, but he was smart enough to know not to say anything to alert Terence.