Vivian’s POV
“Ethan?” I answered, the moment I picked up the call.
“Vivian,” Ethan said quickly. “I found something.”
I immediately sat up straighter.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I tracked down the parking lot CCTV from the night someone tried to kill you,” Ethan said.
My pulse quickened.
“You did?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Ethan replied. “There wasn’t much at first. The cameras never caught the shooter’s face.”
Disappointment settled heavily in my chest.
“But…” Ethan continued after a brief pause. “I noticed something after he ran.”
I tightened my grip on my phone.
“What?” I asked.
“He dropped something,” Ethan said.
My brows drew together.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“An ID card,” Ethan replied.
I froze.
“He must’ve dropped it while running toward the trees behind the parking lot,
