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Maybe not forgiveness.
But something close to it.
“What is the eye?” Commander Keating asked.
Everyone looked at my camera.
I shook my head.
“This camera came from Ben. It has nothing to do with Jonathan.”
“Not that camera,” Thomas said.
He pointed toward the sealed copy of the notebook page.
“Jonathan was a photographer. He called every camera an eye.”
My pulse quickened.
“East carries the camera.”
“Or the film,” Ben said.
Commander Keating’s radio sounded.
He stepped away to answer.
Agent Morales continued questioning Thomas while I stared at the damaged sentence.
East carries the eye.
Jonathan left that message three years ago.
Long before Ben gave me my camera.
Long before we discovered Blackwater.
“How could he know I would find it?” I whispered.
Ben stood beside me.
“Maybe the message wasn’t meant for you then.”
I looked at him.
“What do you mean?”
“Maybe it was meant for the person Jonathan trusted to recognize what everyone else overlooked.”
“That sounds like me.”
“Yes.”
“But he never met me.”
“No.”
The commander returned.
