Aaron wondered what the good doctor was up to these days. Had he accepted more bribes to ruin people's lives? It was still 2012, the year he’d aborted their baby. Doctors don't accept bribes without reason; he must have been desperate financially, or perhaps being blackmailed.

"Aiden!" Aaron barked into the phone. "Find me everything you can on Doctor Jesse Rothman at Mount Sinai Hospital. Focus on his financial situation and any potential malpractice suits."

Aiden was used to these calls. "How soon do you need it?"

"Yesterday."

"On it, my dude!"

Aaron angrily ended the call. Every time he thought about the baby, his blood pressure soared. That poor child never saw the light of day because his grandfather disliked his mother.

If Aaron thought he could get away with murder, Alistair and Lacy would already be dead. His plan to destroy his father wasn't progressing fast enough. At the very least, he could discredit him at the next board meeting; he knew about the future productivity of expanding into Monaco. It was a start.

Lacy Knighton…so much didn't add up. She claimed to love Aaron and tried everything to become Mrs. Hale, yet she allowed herself to be impregnated by someone else.

The father of Lacy's baby was the missing piece from his first life. It wasn't Max; he knew that much. He'd never seen another man around her frequently at social events.

He only knew the mysterious father had a grudge against Aaron and wanted his company. So why had he backed down after Lacy went to jail and her baby was adopted by a family in upstate New York?

Keeley wouldn't die for another six and a half years. When had Lacy gotten together with him? Was that man still plotting against Aaron?

Too many unanswered questions. He wished he didn't have to worry about schemers. He only wanted to win Keeley back, but to keep her safe, he had to deal with the rabble.

He looked around his oversized apartment. One person with a cat shouldn't live in a space this large. It was meant to be a family home—technically, with kids sharing rooms, it could fit up to ten children.

Not that he wanted ten children. But if they all resembled Keeley…

What would their first child have looked like? Boy or girl? They were about to discuss names when Keeley went to that scumbag doctor for her checkup. Then they lost their chance.

Aaron was sure they'd choose names for their future children someday. All he had to do was make her fall back in love with him. He needed the perfect souvenir. Suddenly, Friday felt very far away.

"Who are you texting?" Aaron asked irritably, as he and Cameron sat on the plane.

"The future Mrs. Singleton," Cameron replied, deadpan.

"You've known her a week and a half."

"I don't think you have room to talk, Aaron. At least Jennica likes me back… I think."

Aaron had no response. Cameron wouldn't understand, so silence was best.

Keeley might not like him romantically yet, but after their dinner on Monday, he felt she'd warmed up to him. She was getting there.

Unfortunately, Cameron had made more progress in a week than Aaron had in months. They texted constantly and had been out four times. Jennica had terrible taste in men.

What was so good about that clown? Only Aiden was more ridiculous, and even he had a girlfriend!

Realizing he was the least successful of the three gave Aaron a headache. Maybe he should text Keeley: 'About to be on an eight-hour flight, wish me luck.'

She replied with a single word: ouch.

His lips curved into a half-smile, which Cameron spotted. He was smug. "Who was just giving me a hard time about texting a girl?"

"You don't know I was texting a girl. I might have been texting Aiden."

"Ew, no. That's your 'Keeley face.'"

"My 'Keeley face'?"

"You only make it when she's involved," Cameron explained. "You wouldn't look like that texting Aiden."

He was right.

"Please turn off your cell phones and other electronic devices; we are about to depart," a voice announced over the loudspeaker, followed by safety guidelines.

Aaron had heard it a hundred times. He and Cameron reluctantly turned off their phones.

Cameron leaned back, sighing contentedly. "I never get used to first class. Economy seats are so much worse."

Aaron wouldn't know; he'd flown first class since childhood. He used to read the entire flight; now he worked once airborne and could use the Wi-Fi.

At cruising altitude, Aaron opened Aiden's file on Dr. Rothman. There was a malpractice suit dropped in 2011, involving the death of a mother and baby, later expunged. Only someone like the Anomaly could have found the original file.

The suit wasn't expunged until two weeks after Dr. Rothman killed baby Hale. Something was fishy about that death for him to succumb to Lacy's blackmail…but how had she found out about it?

The victim was Charlotte Thorne. Why did that sound familiar?

Reginald Thorne. Lacy's maternal uncle. Charlotte was her cousin-in-law, the wife of Reginald's only son.

Did Lacy hire a private investigator to look into the case, just to have a doctor in her pocket? Absolutely despicable.

Lacy believed Aaron was single. Would she need another corrupt doctor? He should have Aiden look into her current activities.