“I thought I was imagining things,” I murmured.

“You weren’t,” Adrian said.

He reached down and tapped the top photograph, pointing directly at the driver-side window.

The tint was dark, but a digital enhancement had cleared the shadow, revealing the silhouette of the man behind the wheel.

My phone suddenly buzzed on the desk, the screen lighting up with an unknown number.

The phone vibrated against the polished mahogany desk, making a dull, buzzing sound.

I stared at the screen.

The caller identity was blocked.

Adrian reached out, his large hand hovering over the device, but he did not touch it.

“Don’t answer it,” he said.

His eyes remained fixed on mine, dark and completely still.

He pointed a finger at the digitally cleared photograph.

“Do you know who this is, Emily?” he asked.

My throat was dry, and my heart hammered against my ribs.

I looked closer at the printout, tracing the outline of the jawline in the grainy image.

Even with the digital enhancement, the face was partially obscured by shadow, but I knew the shape of those shoulders.