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Lily took a step towards him, not sure if she was onto something but voicing her thoughts as they came to her. “No one has decent photos of the wreck. No discernible pictures at all that I’ve seen. Which would mean that if someone has decent photos, they could be worth something.”
“Not if they keep them hidden,” Flynn pointed out. “And I don’t see why photos would have anything to do with someone cutting Ryan’s air hose.”
“True. Something just seemed weird about it. It’s probably nothing, though.”
This time it was Flynn who stayed put when Lily set off again. She turned back and smiled at him. “What are you grinning at?” she asked.
“I was just thinking about this investigator I know who told me that all you have to do is keep asking questions until you land on the right one.”
“She sounds very wise,” Lily said, holding his gaze. “Do you want to go and ask about the photos?”
He nodded eagerly and they turned back the way they’d come.
Chapter Thirty-Three
They didn’t botherto announce themselves at the dive shop, but wandered straight through to the office and interrupted Ryan mid-sentence.
The dive instructor frowned at them. “I thought you were finished with him.”
“I was,” Flynn said, eyes firmly on Benji. “I just have one more question.” He paused and let the silence hang for a moment. “What happened to the USB stick with the photos from the wreck?”
Benji’s eyes widened, and the sheer panic in them gave Lily a buzz of anticipation.
She was fairly surethatwas the right question.
Also, judging by the way Benji glanced nervously at his backpack, she’d bet that the memory stick in question wasn’t far away.
“The photos were no good,” he said, scratching at his throat. “I deleted them.”
“But you still have the USB stick?” Flynn asked.
“I… umm… why? There’s nothing on it?”
“Could I see it?”
“I deleted the photos,” he said again.
“What’s going on with you?” Ryan asked. “Just show him the drive.”
“There’s no point,” he said, his face a fiery shade of red. “Why do you want to see it?”
“Mostly because you clearly don’t want me to see it,” Flynn told him calmly. “And because you’re acting suspiciously. If there’s nothing on it, you won’t mind showing me.”
“Okay.” His trembling hands went for his bag and he drew back the zip of a small pocket at the top. “There’s really nothing to see though,” he said as he handed it to Flynn.
After turning it over in his hand, Flynn looked at Ryan. “Do you have a computer I can look at this on?”
“Yeah.” He opened his laptop and extended his hand for the USB stick.
Flynn and Lily moved to stand on either side of Ryan.
“I definitely deleted the photos,” Benji said weakly, hovering at Lily’s shoulder.
“What’s this?” Ryan asked, pointing at the screen.
Lily squinted, confused. The only folder on the drive was labelled with a date, and it was a few years old.
“Just an old video. Nothing interesting.”
