“Accessing Local Directory...” the screen read. “Target Confirmed: Marcus Thorne.”

“I’m the person you were just looking for. But I’m not selling photos, Marcus. I’m collecting them.”

Suddenly, Marcus’s own screen began to fill with images. They weren't of Nadia. They were of him . Photos from his own hard drive—his tax returns, his private emails, a blurry photo of his credit card he’d taken to remember the numbers.