“Because someone was watching her,” Mac said. “The same way they were watching you.”
Dave looked at him across the table. His eyes moved over Mac’s face the way they moved over everything, slow and thorough, looking for the gap between what someone said and what they meant.
He did not find one apparently. He put the page down.
“Is Sophia in danger,” he said.
The question hit the room like something dropped from a height. Cloe felt it in her chest before she could measure it. Her son, nine years old, first thought not for himself but for the girl he had known for exactly one day and had already decided mattered.
Mac looked at Dave directly. “Not right now. I’m making sure of that.”
“How.”
“I’ve already contacted her school. There’s additional security on her pickup and drop-off start
