I forced my eyes back down to the binder.

I began, with dread pooling in my stomach, to actually look at the photographs.

Chapter 11 — They Were Private Investigators

“The couple,” Julian said, and he had to clear his throat and start again, because his voice kept catching.

“The couple who walked out on you last night.

When the busser pulled the cushion out of that booth to sweep behind it, this is what he found, shoved all the way down in the gap between the bench and the wall.

They must have had it with them the whole time.