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Daddy’s expression hardened.

“Did you notice that vehicle when you left?”

“No,” I answered honestly.

“Did you notice anybody sitting outside the house?”

“I wasn’t looking.”

I pulled my phone from my purse.

“I need a picture of him.”

Daddy looked at me.

“Why?”

“I want to send it to MJ.”

“For what?”

“Because I don’t know him. If he was watching their house, maybe MJ does.”

That made Daddy go quiet, and Marcus looked at him. The two of them had been here before, except I was younger then, and the end resulted in me getting kidnapped. I’m sure that neither one of them wanted to repeat history. After a second, Daddy nodded.

“Get her a clear shot,” he said.

The supervisor pulled the elevator footage back up and froze it on a frame where the man’s face was visible. I took a picture of the screen and opened my messages with MJ.

Me: Do you know this man?

I hit send.

“We’re not leaving for breakfast until Marcus figures out what we’re dealing with.”

I didn’t argue. That alone should’ve told him I was scared. My phone vibrated less than a minute later. I looked down.

MJ: Where the fuck did you get this?

My heart sank. Daddy must’ve seen something change in my face because he stepped closer.

“He knows him?” he asked.

“I think so.”

I called MJ. He answered immediately.

“Where did you get that picture?”

There was no hello, and there was nothing warm in his voice.

“My building’s security footage.”

“What?”

“The man was here last night.”

There was a brief silence before MJ spoke.