Having obtained Ariana's present address, Damon and I drove there, following the directions from the GPS.
It was a commercial apartment complex, with easy access. Once we located Ariana's apartment, we knocked a few times.
But there was no response, no sign of life within.
Could they not be inside? Had they checked into a hotel instead? I was resolute, if I caught them in any compromising position, I would document it and hand it over to Luna. Mitch, as the guilty party, would stand no chance in the event of a divorce suit.
I had previously thought that if Mitch hadn't made any substantial move, I would persuade Luna to give him another chance.
But now, my thoughts changed.
Damon dialed Mitch's number, and I pressed my ear against the door, hearing the ringtone echo from within.
He was certainly inside!
As I pondered how to get in, Damon showed me his phone. It was a message from Gregory, who shockingly knew Ariana's door code.
