Zach’s grip tightened around his phone.
His knuckles turned white.
The photograph had been taken moments ago.
Emily was kneeling at her father’s grave.
Marcus was only a few feet away.
The angle…
It wasn’t from the ground.
It had been taken from above.
Someone had been watching them from inside the cemetery.
Marcus looked at the image.
“Forward that to me.”
Zach did.
Within seconds, Marcus’s phone chimed.
He zoomed in.
“There has to be something…”
The photo was crystal clear.
Too clear.
Every snowflake.
Every tear on Emily’s cheek.
Every wrinkle in the caretaker’s coat.
Then Marcus noticed something.
“Wait…”
He enlarged the reflection in the polished granite headstone.
A blurry silhouette.
A man.
Standing only a few yards behind Emily.
His face couldn’t be made ou
