4
Mrs. Byers stood outside the shed. The gray crocheted scarf was off her face now and wrapped around her neck. She hugged her arms against her chest.
“Cold?” Gina asked.
Mrs. Byers nodded but gave her a smile. She handed Gina another drawing. “We’ll be finished soon enough.”
A camera in the shed, it looked like somewhere above the bed, maybe aimed at where the shooter sat at his computers.
Gina tried to think of what was on that wall. She didn’t want to go back inside to check and end up looking directly into the camera.
“How is it hidden?” she asked Mrs. Byers. The walls were bare wood, no drywall to cut a hole in and patch.
“It’s high in a dark corner,” Mrs. Byers answered. “You could find it if you shined a flashlight.”
Gina looked at the drawing again. Mrs. Byers had drawn a s
