“Then record everything.”

I ended the call. Anna took a step after me. “Please. If they see me—”

“They won’t.”

“You don’t understand,” she whispered. “Elias doesn’t shout at first. He smiles. He makes people comfortable. By the time they realize what he is, they’ve already believed him.”

I paused. “Elias Silva?”

She looked startled. “Yes.”