The town car was a vault of quiet. Vance didn’t speak. He stared out the window.

I wanted to asked Vance what was he had hiding from me, what was it on his phone that made him looked trouble.

 He had told me we needed to be honest in private if we wanted to keep our partnership. He had been honest, but not this time. I wanted to demand the answer. But looking at his expression, I didn't know if I have a right to ask.

“She saw it,” I said finally. “Even though it wasn’t there.”

“The mind sees what it fears most,” he said, his voice flat. “The...