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Lorenzo gestures and the man brings it over.

“You can't do this,” Rachel says.

She tries the tears again, but they do not come as easily this time.

“Wait,” I say and pull out gloves again.

We put them on, and Lorenzo takes the bag and sets it on the hood of his car.

Lorenzo opens the bag.

The first thing I see is a second cell phone.

It is tucked into an inside pocket. Lorenzo hands it to me, and I slip it into an evidence bag without trying to turn it on.

Beneath it is a thick envelope.

I pull it free and look inside.

The adoption papers are on top.

The same records Elaine showed us. The same pages I photographed at her house.

Under them is the letter from Rachel’s birth mother. Then the birth certificate.

I spread the documents across the hood, keeping the corners pinned beneath my gloved fingers when the wind catches them.

Two girls born on the same date, at the same hospital.

Rachel watches us from beside the sedan. The tears are gone again.

Lorenzo lifts another stack from the bag.

Photographs.

Genevieve outside her apartment. Genevieve walking into work. Genevieve carrying groceries.

Genevieve sitting alone at a café, unaware that someone is watching her from across the street.

There are more beneath those.

Alessio leaving the club. Alessio outside Conti Enterprises. Alessio getting out of his car near the house he shares with his cousins.

Some of the photographs have dates written on the back. Others have brief notes about times and locations.

Nothing that specifically points to a murder.

Nothing that says how Genevieve died or who killed her.

But definitely evidence that Rachel watched both of them.

Alessio for weeks, and Genevieve for over a year.

I look toward her.

She is no longer pretending to be frightened. Her face has gone flat and expressionless.

Lorenzo turns another photograph over, then looks at me with one eyebrow raised.