There were four names on that list.

One of them was a driver from the car service my firm used, a man I fired a week before the crash for reasons I’ll come to.

Desmond started watching him in March.”

Maya was looking at the photograph of her own front door.

“So you were watching my husband,” she said.

“I was watching a man named Mark Sterling,” Harrison said, “and in the second week of March, Desmond photographed his wife leaving that building in the morning.

I know what you look like, Maya.