She stood near the sofa with her arms crossed tight, shoulders high, eyes locked on Thorne as she waited for him to start talking.
Now he faced her across the quiet, tablet on the coffee table like a sealed envelope.
“Just tell me what it is," Caroline urged. “You're making me nervous."
Thorne didn't react to the edge in her tone. He reached for the tablet and turned it toward her.
A grid of video thumbnails filled the screen. Time stamps. Different angles. Different locations. Ordinary places she'd walked through without thinking—store entrances, sidewalks, the shadowed mouth of a parking garage.
Caroline's stomach dropped.
“Footage?" she asked, not knowing what he was showing her exactly.
“Yes." He nodded.
“From where?"
“Streets. Buildings. Parking structures. Stores," Thorne e
