“And Jamie’s the kid.” “Probably.” Brian kept staring at the photo. “We need to find out who they were.” “Yeah,” Nate said. “You do.” Nate stood and reached for his jacket. “I’ve got to go,” he said. “But call me if you want help tearing this place apart later.” Brian looked up.
“You’re seriously leaving me with this?” Nate glanced at the box, then at the tape player. “You’ve got names now. That’s a start.” He gave Cooper a quick scratch behind the ear, headed out, shutting the door behind him.