Kieran:
I had lost count of how many times I had watched the same footage.
The screen in front of me flickered faintly in the dimly lit security room, the only consistent source of light apart from the muted glow of the overhead panels. My eyes burned, dry and strained, but I didn't blink. I couldn't.
Not when she was right there - Evaline - frozen in time on the monitor.
I leaned forward slightly and rested my elbows on my knees, laci g my fingers together so tightly my knuckles turned white. The footage played again - smooth, uninterrupted, painfully ordinary.
And there she was, captured in the back seat of her car as the black SUV drove down the road. She looked so beautiful and peaceful, completely unaware of what awaited her.
My chest tightened, like something had reached inside and squeezed my heart in its fist.
I didn't remember breathing. Didn't remember moving.
