The page crept in over the base network.

A big banner photo filled the top of the contractor’s site.

It was a professional shot of the owner standing in front of a white work truck.

The name printed beneath the photo was Brett.

I studied the face on the company website.

Then I looked back at the man beside Kendra in the hotel lounge.

It was the very same person.

The man parking his silver sedan in my driveway at midnight was the general contractor I’d hired the year before.