Nothing could dampen Rylan’s good mood and he reminded himself he was permitted to feel something other than sadness. In fact, had Celia or her mother been here, they’d tell him he was obligated to live a good life, because no matter how long that life was, it’d be too short. Rylan would do what was right for him to honor Celia’s memory. He’d shed so many tears, he needed to allow himself some happiness. Rylan had gone from down and depressed to cheerful within the span of one voicemail message. As much as he wanted to replay Brett’s message, and their conversation, Rylan knew he had to concentrate on the videos sent by Detective Swift.
He watched and re-watched them, stopping and starting the videos at different points, having the feeling he knew the person stalking the hotel halls and d
