I stared at both photographs until the differences stopped looking accidental.
The yearbook copy had been edited carefully. The space beside the boy from Hawthorne House had been properly closed, the background shifted, and the line of students jammed. Whoever removed Ryan had done it before the page went to print.
I picked up the anonymous photograph again.
The blue circle still sat exactly where the yearbook had erased him.
Beneath it, in the same blue ink, someone had written a single word.
LOOK.
I turned the picture over once more, hoping a second instruction might appear if I waited long enough.
Nothing did.
A knock sounded at the outer door of my suite.
I slid both photographs into the locked drawer and closed it.
"Who is it?"
"Clara."
I wasn't expecting that. I opened th
