“I’m not sure.”

“Then start with Chad.” I typed his first and last name from Monique’s messages, and three ordinary results appeared — a business profile with a photograph, a listing for a trade conference, and an old announcement about a company that had closed.

Zoe leaned in.

“That picture’s not the same.”

“It could be an older photo.”

“The man in that one has a scar on his eyebrow.

Chad doesn’t.” She opened another result; the name was similar but not the same.