Page 45 of When You're Alone

Amelia opened her mouth and closed it again, eyes wide. “Is there a way to watch that again?” she asked, already reaching for the remote.

Finn nodded. “I’ve got a digital recorder.” He grabbed a second remote and rewound. “All mod cons.”

The footage flicked backward until they found the clip of themselves leaving the club, the feed showing them flanked by reporters and camera bulbs blazing.

“Play it from there,” Amelia said. She leaned closer as the segment resumed, the camera zeroing in on Amelia, Finn, and Rob in mid-step. Despite the chaos on-screen, Finn attempted humor. “Look at that—I thinkbothmy sides are my good side.”

Amelia didn’t laugh. She grabbed the remote from him, replaying the segment in slow motion.Pause.On the screen, a slice of the crowd leaped into focus—an onlooker not brandishing a camera or a microphone but staring at them with a twisted, almost gleeful grin.

“My God…” Amelia breathed, her face going pale.

Rob stepped up behind her. “What is it? Who’s that?”

She pointed at the paused image. “That’s Wendell Reed. The Butcher of Lothian. And... He was watching us!”