Flint was the kind of man who knew exactly how he wanted to be perceived and worked hard to maintain his image. Wyatt had learned over the years that people like that were often hiding something. And when Flint saw Kori tonight, that look on his face hadn’t been casual recognition.
That had been something deeper.
Wyatt rubbed the back of his neck and glanced toward the hallway. Whatever had happened between Flint and Kori clearly wasn’t finished. And, for some reason he couldn’t pinpoint, that bothered him.
Thunder lifted his head as footsteps sounded.
A moment later Kori came back into the living room with a laptop tucked under her arm. “Got it.”
Wyatt gestured toward the couch. “Let’s take a look.”
They moved to the couch and sat beside each other. Thunder remained by the fire, watching them both.
Kori opened the laptop, and the screen flickered to life. Several videos were playing, almost as if someone were monitoring security footage in several locations at one time.
She clicked on one to enlarge it.
A narrow forest trail appeared—snow-dusted trees, branches swaying lightly in the wind.
Wyatt watched the video, looking for anything that might show why Mackenzie had this footage.
But other than the mysterious woman in one of the frames, there was nothing.
Wyatt sat back and glanced at Kori. “So, for some reason, your sister was recording the trail.”
“That’s what it looks like.”
Wyatt studied the screen again, his mind turning over the possibilities.
The woods had a way of hiding secrets.
But sometimes the truth showed up in places people didn’t know to look.
Like a trail camera.
