Maddison's POV
Her breath was caught in her throat, and she saved the image and opened it with an image program, enabling her to enhance it…enhance its black and white and sharpness, and then get more clearness on it.
There was Grant, leaning back in his office chair. There was Vanessa, pressing into him, her hand on his chest. It was that same moment from the photo she had received, only that it was from a different point of view.
But then.
In the box just behind, partially concealed by a phony plant, was a man seated. He was a fit looking man, wearing dark clothing, and he had a camera with him. There was no mobile phone, just a camera focused on the table of Grant and his party.
There was a small escaping breath of air from Maddison's lips at that moment. And this was proof. Hard p
