Why nobody stopped him.
Why investigations disappeared.
Why my father died.
Rook suddenly froze on one specific page.
Completely still.
Hersh noticed immediately.
“What?”
Rook didn’t answer.
He slowly turned the ledger toward us.
My stomach dropped instantly.
Because pasted onto the page?—
was a photograph of me.
Recent.
Taken outside a grocery store in town.
Another showed me getting gas.
Another leaving the bookstore.
Another standing outside my cabin.
My pulse turned to ice.
“Oh my God…”
“They’ve been watching you for months,” Hersh said quietly.
But his voice had changed.
Gone colder.
Deadlier.
The realization hit me like a punch.
Every moment I thought I’d been alone…
I wasn’t.
Mercer had been watching me long before the attacks started.
Tracking me.
Waiting.
Rook flipped another page.
