More surveillance photos.
Then another.
My throat tightened harder.
One of them showed Hersh.
Standing outside a restaurant.
Watching me.
But this photo was old.
Ten years old.
I stared at it in confusion.
“What…”
Hersh went completely rigid beside me.
Trigger looked over Rook’s shoulder and let out a low whistle.
“Well damn.”
I looked closer.
The photograph had a handwritten note beneath it.
SUBJECT: HERSHEL MCDOUGAL
Recommendation: Remove if contact resumes.
My heart stopped.
Slowly—
I looked up at Hersh.
“You knew they were watching me?”
Pain flashed across his face instantly.
Not guilt.
Somethingworse.
Regret.
“Flick…”
“You knew?”
Thunder exploded overhead hard enough to shake the rafters.
Outside, another vehicle door slammed.
More Hollow Men moving into position.
