I stare at the photo for a long time.
It is good quality. Not a long lens from across the street, not grainy and digital. Clear, close, deliberate. Whoever took it was within thirty feet of us outside Meridian and we did not notice them at all.
Which means they are good at not being noticed.
Which means this is not Vivienne standing on a pavement with her phone, this is someone hired to follow us.
I show Rhys at the next traffic light.
He looks at it for two seconds. His jaw tightens. He hands the phone back without speaking and drives and I watch his profile and wait because I have learned that when Rhys goes quiet it is not absence, it is processing, and what comes out the other side is always worth the wait.
We get back to his building. We go upstairs. He puts the ke
