I don't move.
I sit up in bed with my phone in my hand and the kitchen light spilling through the gap under my bedroom door and I think, very carefully, about the last hour.
Isobel's team was here. Dominic is on my couch twelve feet away. The window was patched and re-locked with hardware that a professional installed forty minutes ago. There is no logical way someone got back into this apartment.
Which means the light was on before everyone left.
Which means whoever sent that text has been watching my apartment long enough to know what I do before bed.
I get up. I open my bedroom door. Dominic is on the couch with his jacket folded over the armrest and his eyes already open, which tells me he wasn't sleeping either. He looks at me and then at the phone in my hand and sits up.
"Anoth
