ARIA

I'm still staring at the photo when something catches my eye.

Not the obvious fake intimacy, or the staged positioning. There is something in the background, like a reflection in the hotel room mirror. That appears in the picture.

I zoom in, squinting at the picture.

There's a figure behind the photographer. Blurry, but distinctly female. With dark hair, and slim build.

My blood runs cold.

"Dante." I turn the phone towards him. "Look at the mirror at the top right ...