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The arts center looked harmless enough to piss me off.
Bright mural across one wall. Planters around the courtyard. Glass doors covered in flyers for pottery classes, kids’ theater, and some watercolor workshop that apparently involved wine. Nothing about the place looked like somewhere a man could stand close enough to photograph JJ and Millie without either of them noticing, which was exactly why it worked.
The officer who collected the photograph and envelope had already spoken with the center manager. By the time Benny and I arrived, she was expecting us, and the missing-person detective had asked her to preserve every exterior camera from Saturday before anything cycled out.
I showed her the photograph on my phone instead of touching the original again. She recognized the mur
