CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
Okay, I thought. The Harcourts’ attorney just happened to go to this . . . place that may or may not have anything to do with Troy Fairchild. I brought that train of thought to a screeching halt. I’m overthinking this.
But I definitely would take note of the photo. I picked it up and ran into the hallway, where the wall shielded me from view from outside. My phone glowed bright enough to see, but I positioned myself near an emergency exit sign for more light. Hoping to capture the image without disturbing the picture frame, I snapped a few shots of the photo, both with and without the flash. Fortunately, the simple frame had no glass. The results weren’t perfect either way, but they were good enough for what I needed.
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