"Was he driving a black Prius?" I ask excitedly.

"I don't know if he was driving. He was wearing a black suit, though." She looks thoughtful. "We have security cameras, but they're not always on. Let me check with the manager."

Oh my God. I park my baby and sit at one of the outside tables and text Larissa.

She says she'll meet me here after work. The wine bar starts to get busy, and another waitress appears with a menu. I order a glass of wine and sip it while I wait for Larissa.

It occurs to me that the Apple store might have video footage of the guy, too, from when I saw him there on Wednesday. Without any evidence from his internet search history, there's nothing to prove, however.

If it even was him, I think, and tak...

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