The second showed the rear of a white pickup truck, license plate visible.
The third was another vehicle.
The fourth was the front of a building Rachel didn’t recognize, photographed from inside a car.
Mara leaned closer. “Did Audrey take these?”
“I don’t know.”
Rachel clicked another.
A bank sign.
Another.
A digital clock on a dashboard reading 7:26.
Another.
An industrial row of storage units beneath yellow security lights.
Rachel stopped.
Something about the image nagged at her.
She enlarged it.
A gray SUV sat at the edge of the frame.
Derek’s.
Rachel recognized the dent in the rear bumper from when he had backed into Scott’s trailer hitch the previous winter.
She clicked onward.
A hand holding an envelope.
A stack of company deposit slips photographed at an angle.
Scott’s company name appeared across the top.
MERCER-WALSH CONSTRUCTION SUPPLY.
Rachel’s lungs tightened.
The next image was blurred.
