Say that again.”

Liam’s voice was low but sharp enough to slice through the quiet. His gaze pinned me, searching my face like he was making sure I wasn’t about to tell him a bad dream.

I told him everything. The man outside. Cassie’s brush-off. How fast it all happened.

“Can you remember his face?”

I shook my head. “Not really. He had a cap pulled low. It was over in seconds.”

“That’s fine.” His voice dropped, almost quiet. “If you remember anything, anything at all, ...