route. Do you have reason to believe the suspects are still at the residence.
Before I could respond, my phone vibrated.
Marcus had sent a photograph.
His dining table was arranged for twelve.
Crystal glasses.
White plates.
Candles.
A turkey remained wrapped in foil at one end.
Sylvia sat at the head, smiling with one hand beside a wineglass.
And near the bottom corner, barely visible inside the frame, was Chloe’s missing shoe.
The guard saw it when I turned the screen.
He covered his mouth.
I’ll get the footage,
