The girl who had been missing for a day—I knew exactly who Salvatore was talking about.

　　Salvatore, cigarette dangling from his lips, slowly pulled something out of his jacket and handed it to me.

　　"Take a look."

　　I hesitated but took it from him. Inside was a stack of photos. The first one made me freeze.

　　In the photo, Bethany was getting into a car—the same car I had specifically noted the license plate of, the one that had followed me ...