Leonard wasn't the type to obsess over little things, but this wasn't little.
He sat in his study, one leg crossed over the other, staring at the CCTV playback for the third time. His glass of whiskey had gone untouched. The screen showed a sleek sedan pulling up to the front gate, slowing just enough for her to step out. No licence plate on the front. Just that slow, confident roll of the tires and the silhouette of a man behind the wheel.
He wasn't a guard and he wasn't a driver, he wasn't anyone he recognized.
He paused the footage, leaned in slightly, and muttered to himself, "Who the hell are you?"
Leonard watched the playback again. He paused it at the exact second Skye stepped out of the sedan. Her dress fluttered in the breeze, her hand brushing her stomach. She looked calm, way too calm for someone who should have had a guard escort her.
