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Nick leaned over his desk and swiped his finger against the screen of his iPad to advance to the next photo. He was still at the precinct, but he was done work for the day. He was poring over the Procurer case files. Again. He seemed to spend most of his spare time trying to find anything that might be useful. His eyes unfocused.
Kira had asked several weeks ago to see the very photos he was looking at from the abandoned farmhouse where she and her fellow captives had been held. He had agreed without asking for an explanation, even though he would have liked one. He knew Kira had found something in one of the photos... Whatever it was, she had kept it to herself and he hadn’t pressed. She would tell him when she was ready. In the meantime, he took it as a personal challenge to figure
