Lazaro’s POV
“The bounty hunters have returned.”
I looked up from the journal in my hands, to find Jaxon there. I’d been reading the journal non-stop for days, since I found it.
Biding my time for whenever the bounty hunters returned with news of their search. And that moment had finally arrived. Thank heavens.
“Send them in,” ‘I ordered, slamming the journal shut and pushing to my feet.
He left and returned seconds later, with three men trailing behind him, all of which their appearances screamed their profession.
“So,” I started as they spread out in front of me, their heads tilted in slight curtsy, “what do you have for me? Did any of you find her?”
The burly man with a heavily tatted face stepped forward, clearing his throat. “Take a look at this,” he said, lifting his phone to my eyes. “Saw someone with a striking resemblance to her in Monaco,” he continued, “although this one’s married to a lawyer.”
I squinted my eyes at the picture on the phone, taking in the fiery red hair a
