Shake took the phone into the living room where there was better light and studied the disturbing image. It was framed tightly. The gun was a Glock. He could see the hand holding it was tattooed, but the forearm above it was covered in what looked like a tan satin windbreaker or light jacket. He could see nothing else helpful there. Was this some sort of gang-related thing? And if so, why Chan? Obviously because she was his wife, but as far as he could determine in an instant he thought about it, Shake had never crossed swords with gang members, here or anywhere else. The background in the photo was no help. It looked as if Chan was strapped to some old wooden pole or upright, but there was not enough depth of field to provide any clue as to where it might be. Probably some older place fro
