Evans' POV

I stood across the street watching my wife lean forward as Calix spread papers across their table, my jaw clenched so tight I thought my teeth might crack, Sarah had texted me twenty minutes ago saying Hailey left the office early, heading toward Fifth Street, I knew exactly where she was going.

The café with the blue awning, the one I'd driven past a hundred times without thinking about it, now it felt like enemy territory, I watched Calix pull out photos, watched Hailey's face go pale as she looked at them, watched her hands shake as she picked up what looked like a manila folder.

My phone...