“I don’t know. It was so quick, so out of context . . . I wouldn’t have expected to see him.”

Since Gabriel was already in the folder, he started randomly clicking through all the pictures he’d taken that day— of the street sign, the house, Sara on the street, Anne’s tomb— looking for something, anything he hadn’t noticed before.

“What’s that?” Sara touched the screen, right on the upper left of Anne’s tomb.

“It’s graffiti.” Which he didn’t remember being there when they had visited the tomb. He had thought the tomb was freshly painted. But there was clearly writing on it.

“What does it say?” Sara was squinting at the screen.

Gabriel clicked Edit and enlarged the photo. It was a little grainy, but they could read the words.

" ’In Him we have redemption,’ ” Sara read.

“Where have I heard that before?” Gabriel stared hard at it. “And do you remember that being on the tomb? I could have sworn there was no writing on the tomb when we were there. We would have noticed this . . . it’s not normal graffiti.”

Sara grabbed his wrist. “Gabriel. Where are the crime scene photos of my mother?”

“In my office. Why?”

“I have a terrible feeling . . . Will you go get them?”

“Sure.” He stood up, handing her his laptop. He had no idea what they would see in those pictures, but he agreed with her. He had a bad feeling too. None of this was right and none of it was a coincidence. There was an answer, he just had to find it. The envelope was in his desk drawer, and he undid the clasp, pulling out the graphic pictures. Flipping through them as he walked, he scanned them carefully, hoping to avoid showing Sara the horrific images if at all possible.

He didn’t see anything he hadn’t noticed before. It was true, the one shot looked like it had been taken from the window, which was odd, but he supposed possible for the police to have done.

Sara was holding her hand out. “Let me see them.”

Wanting to delay the inevitable and hopefully preserve her feelings, Gabriel turned the stack over and shuffled through them looking at their backs. There was writing on the backside of the one picture. “Hold on.”

Lifting it up, he looked closely. The writing was small, in the upper left-hand corner. “ ‘Through His blood, the forgiveness of sins.’ ”

Holy shit. Gabriel gripped the picture, glancing over at Sara. “These go together. The words on the tomb and this. That’s all one quote. ‘In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins.’ It’s Ephesians.”

Her face had gone completely white. She dropped his laptop on the couch and jumped up. “Where’s that bottle?”

“What bottle?” Gabriel jammed the pictures back into the envelope. “I’ve seen that quote before, Sara.”