“No one.”

Leo looked at her. Chloe had seen armed men confess to him after receiving that same silent stare. “My ex,” she admitted. “Bradley.”

“What did he want?”

“To remind me why he’s my ex.”

Leo’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing more.

The SUV carried them north to a private medical clinic hidden behind stone walls in Westchester County. Leo had chosen the clinic because it kept no publicly accessible records and employed physicians who understood discretion.