Claire’s POV

That evening my return home from work felt somehow; the flash drive was just heavy enough that it wouldn’t slip into the pocket of my jacket. And this was, of course, because of the information it contained. I felt rattled by my conversation with Marcus in the café, his worrying pleas repeating in my brain. The man who’d stared at us from across the street could have been anyone, but Marcus’s fearful expression made me certain I wouldn’t want to confront the thing he ...