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“What do you mean?” He frowned.
I shook my head and clicked the pad on his computer lighting up the screen. The first shot was deceptive. All it was the bridge on the north side of town, just outside the edges of the town. I clicked to the next photo, and it was closer.
“Where did she go off the side?” I asked. There wasn’t any sign that the bridge had been damaged.
“There,” he said tapping the right side of the screen.
“But…” I looked at him waiting for an explanation.
“So, you noticed it too,” he said, leaning his elbows on his knees. “The bridge held up pretty well after a car went through it.”
“Did she go over the grass on the end?” I asked, clicking to the next image. A closeup of the curled end of the metal barrier. Jamie’s hand was in the frame, and beside it was a red mark matching the color of Annie’s truck.
“It looks like that’s where it had to have gone down, but that’s not what Zach and Dillon told us,” he said. “They were there when they pulled her out of the water.”
“Where did they say she’d gone over?”
He reached past me to click the button again, and a new photo lit up the screen. “At the middle of the bridge.”
I squinted at the image. “There’s no damage.”
“None that I could see.”
I clicked through more of the photos, and they turned from images of the bridge to the edge of the water. There were a few non-descript rocks, but then something became abundantly clear.
I pointed at the screen. “Are those tire marks?”
“I think they were.” He nodded.
Clicking back to the first images, I scanned the road, looking for some other sign that she’d gone over that side of the road. But there was nothing. It was as if Annie’s accident had never happened.
I ran my hands over my face. “There’s no brake marks on the road. Even if she went over the side there, she never hit the brakes.”
“Eve,” he exhaled. “I’m sorry.”
“That bastard staged her death.” Hot tears clung to the corners of my eyes. “He killed her too.”
His head lifted. “You think it was Adrian.”
“Who else would it be?” I shrugged. “He trapped my father in that cabin, he killed him. I know he did, and now he’s killed Annie.”
“How do you know?”
I met his gaze. “I was there. I saw him running from the building.”
“You never told anyone?” He asked, shifting his weight.
“Oh, I told someone.” I laughed. “She married him anyway. I told her, and she told me to shut up, essentially. She went on this long tirade about how we needed him to keep us safe from the other packs, and within a month they were married and mated.”
He reached forward and gave my knee a reassuring squeeze. “Did you tell Annie?”
“I tried, but I was young. She thought I was seeing Adrian because he was trying to replace my dad. She said my mind had to be playing tricks on me.”
“Damn.” His head dropped. “Well, this is what I’ve found so far. I’ve been trying to track down the men who pulled the truck from the water, to see what state it was in, but…”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Shit, I think I need some fresh air.”
“Okay, do you want help walking? We can go sit on my back porch,” he said gesturing toward the back of the house with his thumb.
