Elena’s brother-in-law.

The grieving relative from the courtroom, the volunteer guardian, the soft-spoken man who had wept at her sentencing and taken her daughter into his home.

There he was on the screen, five years younger, dressed to do something in the dark, standing in the office of the man he was about to kill.

Sarah Jenkins made a small broken sound and pressed her hand over her mouth.

The two DPS agents went rigidly still, the particular stillness of professionals recognizing that a case has just detonated in front of them.