Chapter 29

• CHRISTOPHER
• I got home at two fourteen AM having found nothing.
• Every camera, every plate, every lead ... all of it dissolving into the particular cruelty of a trail that existed right up until it didn't. The car had been stolen. The plates were false. The two men on the footage were hooded, their faces never once turning toward a lens, which meant this had been planned. Properly planned. By someone who understood surveillance and took their time thinking about it.