Chapter 1

Eight months pregnant, my husband, Blake, a federal agent, finally carved out some time to join me for my prenatal check-up.

But just as we stepped into the hospital, his secure, encrypted phone vibrated urgently.

The caller's name flashed for a split second, and my usually composed husband instantly panicked.

"Darling, urgent red alert. Another international fugitive just crossed the border. I... I'm so sorry..."

He was frantic, with an undeniable, commanding air, quickly apologizing before rushing out.

As I watched his SUV speed away, my nails had already dug into the prenatal report, crumpling it beyond recognition.

I hailed a cab, heavily pregnant, and quickly ordered, "Driver, follow that car."

Ha, a "red notice" fugitive? That's a hilarious lie. My dad's National Security Agency hasn't even been notified. What 'top-priority criminal' could *he*, a mere inspector assisting with cases, possibly need to catch?

I was going to find out exactly which 'boss' was so desperate to 'give him orders.'