Unwanted guest

Marian's POV

Aiden had been restless all morning, his frustration growing as he scrolled through the information his contacts had gathered. He had spent hours digging into the black SUV that had tailed Summer and me, but the search led to dead ends.

"They left barely any trace," Aiden muttered, his voice tight with irritation. His fingers tapped against the laptop keyboard as he reviewed surveillance footage and reports. "No clear license plate, no identifiable driver, and the vehicle itself isn't linked to anything suspicious."

I sat on the couch across from him, arms crossed. "So basically, they were careful."

"Too careful," Aiden corrected, his jaw tightening. "Whoever they are, they know how to avoid being tracked. They weren't professionals, but they weren't amateurs either. Persistent but not reckless."

That didn't sit well with me.

"So what does that mean?" I asked, shifting uncomfortably.