CHAPTER 21
Powell ran toward the sound, which seemed to come from the bedroom. He found Tana kneeling on the bed and staring up at something on the wall.
“What is it?” Powell said as he rushed to her side. “What’s wrong?”
“Do you see it?” she said, eyes wide, staring at the wall, as if in a trance.
Powell followed her line of sight and saw what she saw. What appeared to be a video or a home movie, but could have just as easily been a hallucination, was playing on the bedroom wall in living color. A black SUV was rolling down a highway. A child was crying in the backseat. There was a man sitting next to her. Another man was behind the wheel. The child turned and looked at the camera as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Emma.
“It’s her, isn’t it? It’s Emma.”
“Yeah, it’s her,” Powell said
