Jordan shows up at Liam's penthouse at eleven PM looking like he hasn't slept in days.
"I found something," he says, laptop already open before he's fully through the door. "And you're not going to like it."
We're all here. Me, Liam, Harper, Marcus. Our own war room assembled in Liam's living room with coffee and anxiety and the constant awareness that someone out there is watching.
"Show us," Liam says.
Jordan plugs his laptop into the TV. Security footage fills the screen. Multiple angles. Different locations. All of me.
Me leaving my apartment building last Tuesday. Me at a coffee shop Friday morning. Me walking into the office. Me having lunch with a client. Me everywhere, doing everything, completely unaware I was being filmed.
"How long has this been going on?" My voice doesn't
