Chapter 4

I sat across from David in the same coffee shop where we'd first met, my hands wrapped around a cup of tea I hadn't touched. Three days had passed since I'd hired him, and now he was sliding a manila envelope across the table.

"These are the initial findings," he said quietly, his eyes darting around to ensure no one was listening. "I've documented their activities since Monday."

My heart hammered against my ribs as I opened the envelope. Inside were dozens of photos—crisp, clear, undeniable evidence of what I'd already known but somehow needed to see with my own…