I couldn’t stop looking at the photos and every time I thought I had noticed everything I found something new.
The stack sat spread across my kitchen table and I had arranged them into groups hours ago but somehow they kept ending up scattered again.
Locations, dates, faces, crossed out names, the symbol, ASSET SEVEN.
Everything felt connected and nothing made sense.
I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock.
It said 3:07am. I hadn’t slept. Again.
I picked up another photo and studied it while trying to force pieces together.
There had to be something I was missing. Something obvious and something right in front of me.
A knock sounded against the apartment door and I near jumped out of my chair.
My pulse spiked and I checked the time again. Only one person would be showing
