Marcus's POV

The diner across from Riley's motel building served coffee that could strip paint and eggs that bounced, but it had excellent sight lines and terrible lighting. Perfect for surveillance.

I'd been watching Riley for three days now, ever since Lily's surgery. Watching her struggle to find work, watching her count quarters for the parking meter, watching her put on a brave face for her daughter while falling apart the moment she thought no one was looking.

Brett had no idea I was ...