“Problem?” I ask.
“Always.”
Figures.
“What kind?”
“The kind that didn’t die with Daniel.”
That gets my full attention.
I step closer. “Talk.”
Blaze finally looks up.
Serious now.
“Daniel wasn’t operating clean,” he says. “He had help.”
A cold edge slides into my chest.
“What kind of help?”
“Financial. Digital. Movement tracking. Somebody was feeding him information.”
I glance toward the living room.
Toward her.
“Who?” I ask.
Blaze shakes his head. “Still digging. But this—” he taps the screen “—this wasn’t just obsession. This was supported obsession.”
That’s worse.
A lot worse.
Because obsession you can predict.
You can trap.
You can end.
But someone backing him?
That’s a whole different problem.
“Does she know?” Blaze asks quietly.
I follow his gaze.
Tessa’s still on the couch.
Watching us.
Reading us.
Smart.