Cormoran didn’t answer right away.

He pulled up a photo his own contact had taken — Radley and Tamsyn outside a steakhouse two towns over, hand in hand, both of them laughing.

Then he swiped to a second image, taken near the gatehouse less than an hour before.

Chapter 11 — The Habit

In the second photo, a thin woman in oversized, faded clothes had stepped onto the gatehouse porch for a moment to pick up a grocery bag left on the ground.

Her hair was dyed a flat black.