"Does that mean something to you, Miss Lia? Lia Bennett. " She swallowed. "I know whose car that is. I know exactly whose car that is. " Henry watched her and a slow dread began to climb his spine. "There's a man," Lia said, "Simon Whitlock.
I was engaged to him. We were supposed to be married this spring. " Her words came faster now, tumbling as if a door had been forced open and everything behind it was spilling out at once. "I broke took off 6 weeks ago. He didn't take it well. He never took anything well that wasn't his idea.
The whole time we were together, he had to know where I was, who I was with, what I was doing. He'd show up at places I hadn't told him I'd be. He went through my phone. I told myself it was because he cared. I told myself a lot of things.
She pressed her hand harder against her mouth, then forced it away. He drives a black SUV. Full-size. Dark. Alvarez had begun writing.
When you say he'd show up at places you hadn't mentioned, how do you think he knew where to find you? The question seemed to strike Lia physically. Her eyes went wide and then closed, and when she opened them again, there was something like horror dawning in them. My phone, she said. About a year ago, he had my phone for an afternoon.
Said he was getting the screen fixed for me as a favor. I never asked what he did with it the whole time it was in the shop. She turned to Henry, stricken. He could have put something on it. A tracker.
One of those apps that shares your location without you knowing. That's how he always knew. That's how Her voice broke. That's how he knew where we'd be that night. He knew the moment I got in your truck.