I brought the glass up to my eye and studied the photograph intently.

The man in the foreground was indeed wearing Brandon’s canvas jacket, but his shoulders were noticeably narrower than my husband’s broad frame.

His hair was also much lighter, and he held a small shiny object in his hand that caught the camera’s flash.

“Who took this photograph?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“Your husband took that photo,” Leonard said softly.

“The camera was in the hidden lockbox.”