What he needed, before anything else, was proof, gathered quietly, that could not be denied or destroyed.

He needed to know exactly what he was facing before he made a single visible move.

And so ninety minutes later, Marcus was not at an airport, and not at a police station, and not back at his house.

He was sitting in front of a computer monitor, in a quiet office, about to watch footage that Sarah had no idea still existed.

Chapter 9 — The Footage