I drove to the outskirts of the city and pulled over at a gas station when I was sure the coast was clear. I'm not sure why, but I have a funny feeling someone's following me, or maybe watching me.
I haven't yet been able to take a look at my camera and I've been itching to get my hands on it. There had to be a reason Harry was willing to break into a police evidence room to steal it back. Something tells me I'm gonna find out what that reason was very soon.
I pull on a pair of latex gloves, not wanting to be poisoned again, and take my camera out of the bag. I press the power button and after a few seconds, it comes to life. I pull up the last photos taken and my heart begins to pound.
It's Ben.
He's coming or going from my apartment, I can't tell which from the picture.
