It was a cellular cloning dongle.

It only needed thirty seconds of physical proximity to an unlocked phone to copy its directory, its messaging history, and its active tokens.

“I just need to get her to leave her phone on the table when she goes to the restroom,” I said.

Melanie looked at the device in my hand.

A faint, cold smile touched her lips.

“You’ve changed, Anne,” she said.

“He made me this way,” I replied.

I stood up and slipped the documents into my bag.

“Thank you, Melanie,” I said. “For everything.”

“Get him,” she said. “For both of us.”

I walked out of the diner and into the cold Denver air.

The rain felt like needles against my face, but it cleared the fog from my mind.

I got into my car, started the engine, and turned the heater on high.

My phone buzzed on the passenger seat.

It was another text from Chloe.

*Anne, please. He’s acting strange. He won’t tell me where we’re going.*

I stared at the message for a long moment.

I tapped the screen and began to type my reply.