“Maybe,” Jonathon replied, his eyes not leaving the man Emma was sitting at the bar with. He couldn’t quite see his face but there was something familiar about him, he just couldn’t put his finger on it. The guy looked over his shoulder and Emma turned too. Jonathon’s eyes went straight to hers, he couldn’t have stopped them if he tried.

“He’s leaving,” Barry said, snapping Jonathon’s attention back to the reason they were here.

They all watched as the guy got ...