Clara
I called Ethan before I'd even fully processed what I was looking at, my hands shaking so badly I nearly dropped the phone twice trying to dial.
"Clara?" His voice carried immediate alertness, some instinct already recognizing that a call at this hour meant something had gone wrong. "What's happened?"
"Someone got a photograph," I said, my voice unsteady. "At Julian's restaurant relaunch tonight. Sebastian and Julian, standing close together near the kitchen, the kind of photograph that shows exactly what it looks like. I just received a text from an unknown number. They have it, Ethan, and they want me to know they have it."
"Send it to me. Now."
I forwarded the image and the message, and the silence on the line stretched while he presumably studied it. "This isn't Webb," he sa
