Chapter 3

I stayed up all night, organizing, photographing, and backing up every single piece of evidence.

The next morning, my eyes swollen and red, I started digging into Scott's current life.

Fiona had mentioned their address in the diary.

I drove there. It was a high-end, exclusive community with tight security.

I couldn't get in, so I posted up at a coffee shop across the street to watch.

Around noon, a brand-new BMW X5 pulled out of the underground garage.

Scott was driving.

I recalled his face from the photographs. In every picture, he wore those gold wire-rimmed glasses, a fake…