Evelyn's POV
Benjamin called everyone to the sitting room the moment he saw the photograph.
We stood in a half circle in Aunt Mirabel's small sitting room, and for a moment nobody spoke. The photograph sat on the coffee table face up, my image blurred and grey and surrounded by the dark street outside the coffee shop.
"Someone followed us," Matthew said.
"Yes," Benjamin said.
"I checked the route before we left," Matthew said. His voice was firm but his jaw was tight. "There was no one behind us."
"They were already there," Emmanuel said. "They knew where we were going before we did. Someone tipped them off."
We all looked at one another.
"Patricia," I said slowly.
"Not necessarily," Emmanuel replied. "She could have been watched. Her contact with us may have been spotted before s
