The photo was passed around to everyone and they all understood what it meant and every camera, every gate and every unfamiliar face suddenly felt like another question waiting to be answered.
I stood beside Casey while he enlarged the photo on his laptop and he pointed toward the background
“Look here.” Casey said and I leaned closer.
“What am I looking at?” I asked.
“The man near the courthouse entrance.” He said.
“He looks like everyone else.” I frowned.
“Exactly.” He said.
He then clicked another image onto th screen and it showed the same man standing near a hardware store three days earlier. Then another. The same man unloading supplies near a construction site and another. The same face wearing different clothes and my stomach tightened.
“He was following us.” I said.
