Parker cleared his throat. “This, at least, lets us know that the suspect is male. A rough gauge of height and weight. I’ll have my techs come in here and make a copy of the footage.”

“Sam fits the build. You’re sure he had an alibi?” I asked, keeping a close eye on Parker for his reaction.

“He did. He was drinking at Maverick’s all night. One of my deputies saw him, and at least a dozen other folks. You have any more trouble with him?”

Shay’s grip on my shoulder tightened. “We saw him on Anchor a week or two ago. He wasn’t happy to see us.”

“That’s the understatement of the year.”

Parker’s jaw worked. “I’m sorry he’s still giving you trouble.”

Shay looked in my direction and then back at Parker. “There’s something else I need to ask you.”

“And that is?”

“Were the stab wounds on all of the victims on their right arm and torso?”

Parker’s expression went blank. “How’d you know that?”

Shay slowly slipped off the long-sleeved flannel she had on over her tank top. As she let the shirt drop to the sofa, Parker sucked in an audible breath. Even from a few feet away, he could see the long scars crisscrossing her arm. Shay did her best not to look away. “They’re on my torso, too.”

“How?” Anger lit Parker’s features as if he would take down whoever’d done it.

“My brother, Michael. He killed my parents and tried to kill me. He got out of a prison treatment program a few months ago. He’s in Seattle.”

Parker straightened in his chair. “He contacted you?”

“He’s sent some letters, but I have my mail forwarded through several post office boxes. I didn’t think he knew where I was but…”

I heard every word she wouldn’t say. Every doubt rising to the surface. Every fear.

“Does anyone else on the islands know about this?” Parker asked.

Shay shook her head. “Only Brody and our friends. I guess someone could’ve seen something that I didn’t realize. But I doubt it.”

Parker looked at me. “What about these paintings?” He pointed to a half-finished piece that clearly portrayed Shay’s scars.

“No one’s seen—” I had to stop myself mid-sentence because people had seen them. The construction crew had been in the main house more than a few times for lunch or to use the internet. Any of them could’ve mentioned something in casual conversation.

“Someone could’ve seen them,” Parker surmised.

“It’s possible, but they had to have gone out of their way.”

“I’ll do some casual questioning and get a feel for if they’ve seen something they shouldn’t have.”