Riley raced to Kasey’s side. “What’s wrong?” Riley slid to the floor next to her and took one of the pictures from Kasey’s shaking hands. “Is this why you called?” Kasey nodded. Riley studied the picture, passed it to Von, then looked over Kasey’s shoulder at the other. “Why would someone send me these?” Kasey whispered. “Are these pictures that you took?” Von asked. She shook her head. “Careful handling them then.” Von leaned in for a closer look. One picture had been taken from a distance. Nick’s silver truck lay cocked to one side in the middle of the river. Steam rose from the hot engine. The other picture was more of a close-up, but the quality was so poor that, had Kasey not seen the first photo, she wouldn’t have known that the picture was of Nick’s truck. “Why?” Kasey repeated. “I don’t understand why someone would send these.” “I have no idea,” Riley said. “A cruel joke?” Riley studied the picture more closely, then handed it to Von.
