Mia first noticed the car on Tuesday morning.
It was a dark sedan parked across the street from the Blackwood mansion, its engine idling, its windows tinted so darkly that she couldn't see inside. The morning light was thin and gray, and the car seemed to blend into the shadows of the trees that lined the street. At first, she barely paid attention to it. There were always cars coming and going around the estate—delivery trucks, security vehicles, the sleek black cars that transported Adrian's business associates. A parked sedan was nothing unusual.
But when she left for her doctor's appointment twenty minutes later, the same car was still there.
Mia frowned, pausing on the front steps. She adjusted the strap of her handbag, her eyes lingering on the sedan. It hadn't moved. Its engine w
