Altsin returned directly to Watercloud from the sushi restaurant.

Watching Chelsea's car grow smaller in the distance, Hadwin asked, "Mr. Sullivan, aren't we following her?"

"No need," Altsin felt if he continued like this, he would become a stalker. "Let your people handle it."

Feeling restless, he lowered the window halfway, lit a cigarette. The crimson sparks flickered as Altsin smoked absently, his mind filled with images of Chelsea embracing Daley's neck, their faces close in a photograph.

She had never liked taking photos before, never even left him a personal picture, except for the one on their marriage certificate. They had never taken a photo together.

But in front...