Naomi's POV

The photo shook in my hand.

Miranda.

On the swings,she was laughing, not noticing the shadow in the background.

I flipped it over again. Read the message twice, no, three times.

"Keep lying to her-and she disappears next."

My chest tightened, I was scared.

They knew, Someone knew.

And they were watching her.

I turned to Raymond, He looked like he'd been hit with a steel pipe-rigid, eyes wide, jaw clenched.

"Who sent this?" I asked.

He shook his head. "There's ...