Maya’s POV
Three days after Victoria’s GPS monitor went offline, there was still no sign of her. Walsh called daily with updates that amounted to nothing—no credit card activity, no phone pings, no sightings. Victoria Blackwell had vanished like smoke.
But I knew she was out there. Watching. Waiting.
I felt it in the way the hairs on the back of my neck stood up when I walked to my car. In the sensation of eyes following me through the hospital corridors. In the inexplicable certainty that someone was always just out of sight, tracking my every move.
“You’re being paranoid,” Alex said gently as we drove to the hospital for my daily visit with Mom. “Walsh says there’s been no sign of her anywhere near us.”
“Then why do I feel like I’m being watched constantly?”
“Because you’re under i
