The girl who had been missing for a day—I knew exactly who Salvatore was talking about.
Salvatore, cigarette dangling from his lips, slowly pulled something out of his jacket and handed it to me.
"Take a look."
I hesitated but took it from him. Inside was a stack of photos. The first one made me freeze.
In the photo, Bethany was getting into a car—the same car I had specifically noted the license plate of, the one that had followed me that day. That meant she had gotten into James's car.
My heart raced, and I eagerly flipped through the photos. There were more, showing Bethany getting out of the car.
I suddenly recalled the last text James had sent me that day: "Don't worry, your departure day is not far away." Then I thought about Bethany's strange behavior recently, and a chill ran down my spine.
"How did you get these photos?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, though my heart was anything but calm.