CHAPTER 113 Helping You Is Helping Myself

  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.