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Will adjusted the brightness.

Then the contrast.

The image sharpened.

Carson leaned closer.

"Stop."

Will froze the screen.

Emma wasn't looking toward the window.

She was looking behind the photographer.

Toward someone standing outside the frame.

Will enlarged the reflection in the cabin window.

The image blurred.

Then slowly resolved.

Not enough to identify a face.

Enough to see another figure.

Standing beside the photographer.

Broad shoulders.

A deputy's campaign hat.

My heart began pounding.

"There were two people there."

Mace nodded slowly.

"One took the picture."

"The other watched."

"And Emma wasn't looking at either one."

"No."

I leaned closer.

"She was terrified of whoever had just walked up behind them."

Rylie suddenly inhaled sharply.

"Oh, my God."

"What?"

"I know why Emily never told anyone."