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Had they, though? Or had Nathan—or whoever else at the department was involved—kept them from sending? Or done something to make them unreadable?
That would explain why The Network was still after Brooklynn. If the photos were corrupted, then the information on her camera—and in her head—was the only evidence of the operation going on at the dock. And the only record of who was involved.
“We need to find out if the state police actually have the photos,” Forbes said.
“Or just send them again.”
“But if they’re not logged correctly, will they be admissible in court?”
“Would they be if they’d been sent to an email address?” She sounded doubtful. “Let me…” Her voice trailed as she tapped a text message.
“Alyssa?” he guessed.
“My cousin Grant. He’s a police detective in New Hampshire. He’ll tell me what to do.” She sent the text, then stared at the phone as if he’d respond in seconds. Giving up, she lowered the phone. “He’ll get back to me as soon as he gets this.”
“Good idea, asking him.” Forbes had thought he was prepared to ferret out the mystery on his own, but he didn’t have any of the contacts Brooklynn had.
She’d been a godsend.
Oh. Huh. He’d need to think about that—and rethink his theory about the God whose love Forbes had doubted for so long.
“Any idea how they found you?”
She uttered a short laugh. “I might as well have dropped breadcrumbs.”
“Meaning?”
She sighed. “Going home was a bad idea. I thought, with the costume… I needed to see something at the historical society.” She explained how she’d broken in through the attic—ingenious, and it should’ve worked. But she’d been seen by three people.
She didn’t seem concerned about any of them, but hadn’t she said Graham and the fisherman—Shane—were friends? And Shane was Bryce’s uncle, so could that man be trusted? Was the hotel owner connected to The Network?
“And then I got back to my apartment,” she said, “and Lenny was there.”
Acid crawled up his throat. “At your door? You let him in?”
“No. Inside. He let himself in. He'd installed cameras so he’d know when I got back. And then used a lock-pick to get inside.”
“Brooklynn, that’s unacceptable. He needs to be?—”
“I know, I know. I got him to leave, but then, to be on the ‘safe side…’”
Her air quotes made him worry about what was coming.
“I texted Nathan and told him what happened. He’d offered to help with Lenny, and I thought…” She blew out a breath. “I’m so stupid.”
“You’re the farthest thing from stupid. You’re supposed to trust the police. That you can’t in this case is their problem, not yours.”
“You’re much nicer than you seem.”
Surprise had a chuckle escaping. “Am not.”
“Are too.” The amusement leached from her voice. “I was careful, leaving through Elvis’s shop. Nathan must’ve been watching. And recognized me despite the costume.”
That made sense.
Brooklynn glanced at her phone again. “Maybe I should go to his house.”
“Whose?” Not Nathan’s obviously, so… “Lenny’s?” He couldn’t help the sharp tone. “Are you?—?”
