I stared down at the glowing screen, my mind spinning.

Maybe he had seen me leave my house earlier, or maybe he had followed us across town in the dark.

Or one of my daughters might have mentioned my strange behavior without realizing it mattered.

Or, worst of all, he had known about Unit C-17 all along.

I typed out a quick reply but deleted it before sending it.

Another text from Austin flashed on the screen.

“Hannah, the official vehicle inspection report was altered after I submitted my original statement five years ago.”