Chapter 64
ADRIAN
The call came at half past two in the morning, the security contact I'd hired for my mother's facility, his voice tight and fast in a way that told me immediately this wasn't a routine check-in.
"There's a man outside," he said. "Been sitting in a car across the street for almost an hour. Well dressed. Not doing anything obvious, just watching the building."
I was already out of bed, pulling on clothes with the phone pressed against my shoulder. "Description."
"Dark coat. Gray hair, maybe early fifties. Sat perfectly still the whole time, didn't get out, didn't approach, just watched."
Same description as the courthouse clerk had given me, months back now, the same description from the first care facility before I'd moved her the last time. Someone was tracking her,
