ISAAC'S POV
I walked out of Riverside Coffee with Deborah's photograph burning a hole in my jacket pocket. The mid morning air felt sharp against my face, but it couldn't cut through the fog in my head. Everything had changed in the span of thirty minutes. Everything I thought I knew about my father's death had just been turned upside down.
The photograph showed someone bringing a brass lamp down on Clark's head. Someone attacking my father with enough force to kill him. The violence of it made my stomach turn, but what made it worse was the deliberate cropping. Deborah had torn away the face of the attacker, leaving just a torso and arms wielding the weapon.
She claimed the full photograph existed. She claimed it showed Elijah's face clearly. She claimed she was ready to use it to destroy him.
But Deborah Sutton was a liar.
