The latest video was one posted by Tiff. Louisa opened it and watched in awe at the height the drone had gained above the church, then how it smoothly swept from one side to the other, taking in the people at the top of the tower. She’d done it. Clever bugger. Louisa smiled. Sarah must’ve hated that, which meant Tiff had enjoyed every moment.

Even if they were some of her last.

The tears started again, and Louisa blinked them away so she could continue watching the footage. All in all, there were seven separate videos of the drone capturing different groups at the top. And, as Tiff had mentioned when she asked to borrow it, she’d also done several 360-degree shots, moving all around the church and the people. She had to admit, it looked amazing. Brian would be thrilled it worked so well.

Although it probably didn’t work anymore.

Now might be a good time to tell Brian about its fate. He surely wouldn’t be angry, not after what had happened. Louisa kept the Spotted page open at the video and went straight to the garage to retrieve the battered drone. What had Tiff done to it? The footage from the church had been so good, she’d clearly not had any problems learning how to fly it and operate the camera and recording. So how come it was abandoned in her garden?

With the drone sitting on the kitchen table, Louisa stared at it, wondering if she should test it to see if it did work. But then, even if it did, it still looked dented and scratched, so it wasn’t as though she could pretend she knew nothing about it. She’d have to come clean. Fiddling with the camera, Louisa managed to unlock the casing that housed the SD card and she popped it out. Tiff may have wiped the original church videos as she uploaded them onto Facebook, but it was worth checking.

She double-tapped the icon when it popped up on her laptop screen.

There was footage still on the memory card, but it didn’t appear to be of the church, or the event. Louisa was watching Tiff’s own garden from at least one hundred feet up in the air by the look of it. Tiff was practising, learning how to fly it prior to using it on the Thursday. A strange feeling washed over her. She was watching video footage her dead friend had taken. The drone must’ve been positioned above the foot of the garden, as Tiff’s decking was visible.

So was Tiff.

Sadness overwhelmed Louisa. There was her friend, standing with her back to the patio doors. Alive. How long before her death was this shot? Louisa moved her head closer to the screen to see the time stamp. She frowned. It must be wrong; it said it was Friday – so, after the church event. That couldn’t be right.