Ethan’s expression changed. “I didn’t. I searched every major medical registry for years. Your public records listed a practice group in Evanston.”

“I joined Lakeshore six months ago. Marcus could have learned that.”

Ethan reached for the call button, then stopped.

I thought of his arrival. The black SUV. The three men waiting downstairs. The way news of his presence had spread before he was even fully registered.

My phone vibrated. Daniel. I answered immediately.

“Maya?” His voice was strained.