# She Was Buried Beneath the Snow. He Was Buried Beneath the Truth.

had this?” I asked.

“I found another copy in Mom’s belongings.”

“You showed a photograph to the dog?”

“I held it when I talked about you.”

“That does not give her a scent.”

“This one does.”

Claire turned the picture over.

Taped to the back was a narrow piece of brown wool.

My throat tightened.

“You cut that from my coat.”

“When I found you outside the library,continue reading …