The formidable Aiden Romanov

Chapter 42

"Thank you, you have been of great help." Greg handed the pay for his coffee, "you can keep the change," and walked out of the coffee shop grateful that he came back to check again.

Greg headed back to where Silvana’s car was parked outside the orphanage and inspected the car again, noting the three flat tires. "This wasn't an accident," he muttered to himself. "Someone did this on purpose."

Greg took out his phone, dialling Aiden’s number to report his findings from the coffee shop. Aiden answered almost immediately, his voice a mix of hope and tension.

“Greg, any news?”

“I spoke to the coffee shop owner near the orphanage. He mentioned a man who spent most of the day there, sitting by the window and watching through binoculars. He described him as mid-thirties, average build, with a scruffy beard and always wearing a scarf and head warmer. Do you know anyone like that?” Greg explained.

Aiden sighed heavily. “No, I don’t know anyone who fits that description.”

Greg paused for