“I checked the timestamp the moment I saw it. I thought maybe I was misreading it, that maybe it was —” She stopped. “I wasn’t misreading it.” She pulled up the metadata alongside the image. Timestamp, GPS coordinates, file information, all of it precise and unambiguous. Then she clicked forward.
“She wasn’t on the guest list. I checked twice.” Carolyn reached into her desk drawer and placed a small flash drive on the desk between them. “Every photo is on here. The metadata, the full resolution files, everything. I made two copies and I’ve kept one.” She paused. “I don’t know what you’ll do with it. But it belongs with you.”