“You were seen entering his apartment building.”

“His wife had just given birth. Half the cardiology department visited them.”

“You stayed forty-seven minutes.”

I went still. The precision frightened me more than the accusation. “Who took these pictures?”

Neither of them spoke. I looked from Ethan to Eleanor. “Who has been following me?”

Ethan’s eyes flickered toward his mother — less than a second, but enough. My chest tightened. “You hired someone?”