Investigation Log – V. Grant, Day 17

I can still feel it. The presence. Close enough to notice, never close enough to catch.

I was certain I had it with Caleb. The pieces seemed to align too well, almost perfectly. I allowed myself to believe I was finally looking at the right man.

I was wrong.

That misstep does not sit well.

Late tonight, I noticed someone standing outside the hotel, just below my window. Still. Watching. The kind of stillness that does not belong to chance. From this height, I remain out of reach. A small advantage.

Though I wonder…

Should I continue observing… or force the matter into the open?

No. Not yet.

There is still more to uncover.

I will speak with Ethan Carter next. The fire did not spare him, or his carousel. If the pattern holds, there should be something beneath the loss. Something that does not quite fit.