The next morning, Raina found herself staring out the tinted window of her car as Malik drove through the city.
Normally she used the drive to answer emails, review schedules, or prepare for whatever meeting awaited her. Today she couldn't focus on any of it.
The photographs sat inside her handbag.
She could practically feel them there.
Burning.
Waiting.
The image of the empty mountain clearing refused to leave her mind.
Neither did the rabbit mask.
Neither did the words.
I was there that night.
Every time she replayed the conversation in her head, she arrived at the same conclusion.
The man knew too much.
Far too much.
Which was exactly why she had called Tengu.
If anyone could tell her whether Bunny Head was bluffing, it would be him.
As Malik drove through a crowded intersection, her phone vibrated.
A message.
Malcolm.
Her stomach tightened.
We need to talk.
A second message appeared almost immediately.
Call me. It's important.
