Chapter 21: The Second Ring

The photograph had been in her father's desk for eleven months, in a locked drawer, under a stack of condolence cards. Aria had found it on Sunday while he slept, and she had not told anyone. It was a small color print, creased at one corner, with a police evidence tag stapled to the margin. She had known what it was before she turned it over. She had spent eleven months knowing what it was, thou...