Nobody liked the sound of that.
“The dead Hollow Men weren’t just former military.”
He pulled out another photograph.
Then slid it across the table toward me.
The second I saw the image?—
my stomach dropped.
Because standing beside Shepherd in the photograph?—
Was unmistakable—my father.
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The second Flick saw the photograph?—
all the color drained from her face.
“No…”
Her voice barely came out.
I grabbed the picture fast.
It was Shepherd and her dad.
Standing beside each other near some kind of military transport site.
Not friendly.
Not smiling.
But they knew each other.
That much was obvious.
Wolf swore under his breath.
Trigger leaned closer to the image. “When was this taken?”
The sheriff checked the back.
“Almost thirteen years ago.”
Flick slowly shook her head like she physically couldn’t process it.
“My father never talked about military work.”
Hersh's eyes narrowed as he studied the photograph.
“He wouldn’t. He was trying to shut this thing down.”
I looked at him sharply.
