“The Ruins is outside your jurisdiction?” she asked.

Hudson nodded.

“What is this, 2001?” said Kole. He crept closer, his eyes no doubt fixing on the Post-it note stuck to its base. Wanna play?

Facing them, Morgan snaked her pale arm over the screen and hit the Play button.

“Jesus,” Hudson whispered when it was over. Kole pressed Play again and watched it a second time. “What’d you stick him with?” he asked, his eyes not leaving the screen.

“Ketamine,” she answered.

“Branding iron?”

The hiss of the man’s flesh was audible again. “Yes.”

“You always brand them on the neck?”

Morgan nodded. “What harm is there to being branded if no one can see it?”

“He had a mark on his neck.” Kole’s soft tone implied he was talking to himself, but Hudson recalled the description given by the Fast Mart cashier; that, along with Muntz’s statement, was enough to arrest Tobias, whose throat was inked with a snowflake tattoo.

“I think what Morgan’s trying to tell us, Hudson, is that whoever shot Garrison could very well be the person in this video. Is that correct?” Kole’s eyes flicked toward Morgan, who shrugged. “So, the question we need to answer is: Who goes to this place? Had to be either a cop or a criminal.”

Hudson frowned. “He was wearing a camera.”

“One of those button cameras, I bet.” Kole turned to Morgan again. “We use them over in SIU sometimes. Our informants wear them. It fits in the buttonhole of your shirt.”

“That’s why I thought it might have been one of you,” Morgan admitted. “A cop, like, shutting me down or something.”

“Well, he was white, or light-skinned,” said Kole. “Which rules out Garrison.” Hudson flinched, again, at the heinous consideration of Garrison setting foot in a place like The Ruins. “And it definitely wasn’t either of us.” He tugged down his shirt collar to reveal the unmarred skin. Hudson considered doing the same, but stopped. She knew what he looked like.

“It might have been David,” offered Morgan. “David Reynolds. I’ve seen him and Carlisle at The Ruins before.”

“The black sheep.” Kole scratched his chin with the marker cap. “Clive Reynolds’s scorned son, passed by for heir to the family business.”

“He didn’t want it,” said Hudson.

Kole tilted his head. “Even if that’s true, it doesn’t sound like Clive even asked him.”

“But why kill Garrison?” Hudson asked. “What would have been his motive?”

Kole looked at Morgan. “That’s what she’s going to find out. That invitation to the cabin still open?”

Morgan shook her head. “I emailed Bennett just before I came here. Said I couldn’t go.”

“Well, tell him you had a change of heart.”

“I’m not going with him. He’s—”

“Your half brother, I know. Just don’t fuck him and you’ll be fine. As for us…” He turned back to the whiteboard. “There’s someone else we’ve been neglecting.”