Chapter 43

“He takes these candid shots,” Ronan said. “It’s really irritatin’.”

“Right,” Felix said. He toggled a knob and the screen that had been filled with a zoomed-in shot of a gas can that looked just like the one he’d found in the burned-out goat barn panned back out to reveal the entire original picture. Everyone was looking at a smiling Shannon Graves sitting behind the wheel of her truck. Through the back window of the truck, the gas can could be seen resting against the side of her truck’s bed.

“Shannon fucking Graves,” spat Ronan as if the words were poison.

“That bitch,” Molly whispered.

“Surely you’re not trying to implicate Ms. Graves in any criminal activity,” Mr. Swansby said.

“In fact, I am,” Felix said.

“Well, I assure you—” began Mr. Swansby.

“Enough,” Felix said. “I’ll get back to you in a minute. Molly, I also saw some bags of feed in her truck. I don’t see them in any of the pictures, but I know they were there.”