Veronica had seen Blake's casual touch and thought it appeared out of place. She backtracked through the video on her phone and watched a second time. At first glance, it seemed to be a gesture of condolence, but there was a half-second glimmer after Blake pulled away indicating he'd left something behind.

Abruptly, she grasped Blake's upper arm and half-pulled, half-marched him back to the table they'd shared. "What's going on?" she hissed, directing him to take a seat. She glared at him, her expression rife with accusation. She didn't like being left in the dark, even if rightfully, she belonged there.