Even knowing, even expecting it, the words still hit like something physical. “You’re sure?” “Yes.” Jack said nothing. There was a rustle of paper on the other end. Then Adrian added, “And there’s something else.” Jack opened his eyes. “What?” “This wasn’t just a mismatch. I ran the profile against an internal database because something about it bothered me.”
Jack went still. “And?” Adrian hesitated. “It matched someone named Claire Holloway.” The name landed like a sound from another life. Jack frowned. He knew it. Not well. But enough. Claire Holloway. Sarah’s old colleague from before the company. Office job. Sharp dresser. Too much eye contact.