Amelia placed another photo beside it.
“This is Lyle Danton.”
Mitchell leaned closer.
The man in the photo was broad-shouldered, with a shaved head and a faint smile that did not reach his eyes. On the inside of his wrist was a dark tattoo in the shape of a bird.
A raven.
Mitchell felt the hair rise on the back of his neck.
“Where did you get this?”
“Buried in a supplemental police file I received six months ago after filing three motions and threatening a records complaint,” Amelia said. “Danton was interviewed once. One time. He admitted knowing Keller, denied seeing him that week, and somehow disappeared from the investigation.”
“Why?”
“Because Mrs. Avery gave police their witness.”
Mitchell slowly sat down.
Amelia’s voice dropped. “Warden, I’ve been trying to prove for months that the investigation narrowed too early. But we didn’t have anything strong enough. No new forensic results, no recantation, no alternate suspect tied clearly to the scene.”
