He kept his voice steady and his expression calm. He told her to stay where she was. He said the real show had not started yet.
He introduced himself as Daniel Mercer. He was around forty, well-dressed, and carried the particular tension of someone who has been holding difficult information for a long time without being able to do anything with it.
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He told her that the woman sitting with her husband was his wife.
Claire stood very still as he continued.
His wife had told him she was traveling to Boston that evening. He had been quietly gathering information for six weeks after discovering hotel receipts on their shared account. He had hired a private investigator. He knew Andrew’s name, his car, the building he had been seen entering. He showed her photographs on his phone, each one time-stamped, each one adding a layer to a picture she was only beginning to understand the full shape of.
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