Page 38 of Capturing You
And was that…? He leaned forward to get a better look.
“You caught a fish.” He heard the words he’d said and shook his head. But she had, in the image. There was the unmistakable shape of a fish, a silhouette in the wave. “Did you do that on purpose?”
“Are you kidding?” She laughed, though the sound wasn’t lighthearted. More…awed. “I could take a million shots and never do that on purpose. That’s…that’s?—”
“Amazing.”
“The power of prayer.” She looked up at him and seemed to realize what he’d said. “You think so?”
“Not that I know anything about photography, but I’d buy that.”
She turned to the screen again. “Maybe. Maybe it’ll work.”
“For?”
“Oh.” She shook her head. “Nothing. It’s not important.”
He got the feeling that it was, indeed, important. But perhaps not so much as catching the men who’d chased her.
She continued scrolling until she reached the end of the sunrise shots.
The next photograph showed boxes, or maybe they were crates, being unloaded from a white fishing boat.
He counted five men. Four hauling boxes, the fifth standing near a Polaris, angled away from the camera.
“The guy who saw me isn’t in the shot. He was below me on the cliff.”
But she’d gotten the other men. “Can you zoom in on their faces?”
She did, starting with a heavy man holding one side of a crate that, based on its size compared to the man, was probably about three feet tall. Forbes thought it was the thick-headed guy who’d been on his porch that morning. Bernie, he’d said his name was.
The guy holding the other side of the crate wasn’t familiar. His features were hard to make out in the shadows. It was impossible to tell hair color or eye color. He was taller than Bernie—six feet or more—but thinner.
Brooklynn scrolled to zoom in on the man pushing the dolly away, but he was facing the forest.
The other dolly-pusher’s face wasn’t clear. He was looking at the man at the edge of the forest, near the vehicle. He acted like an overseer.
Oh. That was Niles. His face was the easiest to make out.
No more information than Forbes had already had, but now there were pictures. Proof of what he’d suspected—that someone was using his family’s private dock for nefarious purposes.
Just like all those years ago.
Bernie and Niles couldn’t have been more than children back then, but who were they working for? Or was it possible these were different smugglers, unrelated to those who’d killed his parents and sister?
“I told the police officer I talked to this morning that I’d forward these.” Brooklynn’s voice pulled him back from his speculations. “I’m going to have to get them onto my phone, and then?—”
“You can’t use your phone.”
“I used yours to call my sister. She accessed mine remotely and installed a VPN. She promises it’s safe.”
“How does your sister know how to do that?” That was some pretty high-tech stuff. What if she got it wrong?
“Alyssa’s a cyber-investigator.” Brooklynn looked over her shoulder at him. “Before that, she worked for the NSA.”
“Oh.” He hoped he schooled his features at the news, but if Brooklynn’s sister decided to cyber-investigate him, would she discover his real identity?
He hoped Brooklynn hadn’t asked her to do that. And he also hoped that a woman who used to work for the government’s most intrusive agency wouldn’t decide to look into her sister’s rescuer herself.
