Chapter Twenty Seven

The foyer still hummed with the aftermath of shattered glass and frayed tempers when Tommy finally ground out, "Talk, Marcus."

Marcus stepped forward, a tablet in one hand and a manila folder in the other. There was a furrow in his brow.

"We checked all the footage from that night," he began. "One of the maintenance stairwell cameras picked up this..."

He held up the tablet. "It was captured just a few minutes before the message appeared in your bathroom."

Tommy took it. The figure was cloaked in shadow and their face was obscured by a hood, keeping their features blurred in motion. "He was this close?"

"Too close," Marcus said. "He didn't use any main entrances. And he slipped through a blind spot."

Tommy frowned. "So he's been watching for a while?"