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Marquez enlarges the photograph on the evidence monitor.

The writing is blurred, but one line remains readable.

AUTHORIZED DESTINATION: BLACKWATER

Beneath it is a government approval signature.

Charles Kessler.

“We have him,” I whisper.

“We have proof Kessler was at a warehouse connected to Blackwater,” Marquez corrects. “His attorneys will claim it was part of an investigation.”

“There must be more frames,” Ben says. “Grandpa wouldn’t hide only one if the entire roll survived.”

“He divided the evidence,” Storm says.

“Five gifts,” Ivy whispers.

Five sisters.

Five pieces of blue glass.

Five frames from Dad’s film.

Marquez looks at my compass.

“Then each prism may contain a different photograph.”

“The watch is already in evidence,” Willow says. “You can test it next.”

“What about Ivy’s camera and Hazel’s music box?” Keating asks.

“They’re at the beach house,” Hazel replies.

“No,” Ivy says.

Everyone turns toward her.

“I took my camera out before we left. I didn’t want the deputies moving it.”

“Where is it?” Marquez asks.

Ivy’s face loses its color.

“In my studio.”

“Who knows that?”

“My assistant. My agent. The gallery employees.”

Her phone rings.

The sound makes all of us jump.

Ivy looks at the screen.

“It’s the security company for my studio.”