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Social-media photographs.
Images taken outside foster homes, shelters, and group homes.
Some are smiling.
Some look frightened.
Several are children.
Daniel Price kept all of them in files.
He labeled the photographs with names, dates, and locations.
Not to find them.
To sell them.
My stomach turns.
Sage slips her hand into mine.
“Do you recognize anyone?” Taylor asks.
“Not yet.”
The next photograph appears.
A girl with dark hair stands outside a school.
Fifteen years old.
Missing from Kentucky.
Another image.
Red hair.
Fourteen.
Missing from Oklahoma.
Another.
Blond.
Seventeen.
Found dead outside Memphis.
Sean moves behind us.
Not closer.
But I feel his anger.
The tenth photograph fills the screen.
I stop breathing.
