Sitting at my desk, I stare at the picture of the girl. She was dead. At least, she should have been. But here, in the photo in my hand, she was smiling, alive, happy. And unaware of me, standing away from her, taking pictures of the trails and trees.

They had told me she was dead and had shown what I thought had been proof. They were lying, it seems. I slammed the photo onto my desk, standing so suddenly my chair hit the wall across the room.

Pacing, I picked up my phone and called them.

"Hello?" The voice on the other side said.

"You said you had taken care of it," I snapped.

"What are you talking about?"

"The girl. You told me the girl was dead, that you killed her. It seems you lied."

Silence met the accusation.

"Tell me the truth, Grim," I said. "All of it, no lies this time."