She raised her right hand to push the dark glasses up onto her forehead, turning her face slightly toward the overhead dome camera to check her reflection in the glass.

Mr.

Reed hit the space bar.

The video froze instantly.

The light from the street lit up her profile clearly, showing her sharp jawline and high cheekbones.

On her right middle finger, a large square emerald ring caught the sun, flashing dark against her skin on the monitor.

“Look at the camera angle when she turns,” Martha said, her pen stopping in midair over her legal pad.

“That isn’t you, Audrey.