"Zoom in," I said, leaning closer to the screen. "On the ring."Ethan adjusted the image, and the gold band sharpened slightly, enough to make out a crest I'd seen once already, in the blurry photograph William had hidden alongside his notebook."That's the same ring," I said. "From the photo with Madison. The one with Desmond Cole.""It can't be him," Ethan said slowly. "We know where Desmond was four days ago. The detective's been tracking every lead connected to him since Noah was found.""Then who else wears a ring like that?"Madison had gone very still beside us, staring at the frozen image with an expression I couldn't quite read. "I think I recognize him," she said quietly. "Not Desmond. Someone else.""Who?""Turn it a little more. The angle, there, by the shoulder." Madison pointed, and Ethan adjusted the footage again, pulling the frame forward slightly until more of the figure's profile became visible.My stomach dropped."I know him," I said. "He was at William's funeral.
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