Alicia let out a breath and sat back on the couch, staring out the window where rain now streamed against the panes.
Liliana Valdez had disappeared two months ago, and no one had seen her since.
Alicia picked up the ID tag, still a little damp and gritty with dirt, and ran her fingers over Liliana's name, feeling the same sense of connection she'd felt earlier.
She had a clue to a missing woman. She needed to take it to the police.
Jumping to her feet, she paused, struck by the thought that she might have more than one clue. Retrieving her camera, she took it into the walk-in closet off her bedroom that she'd turned into her personal darkroom.
Unfortunately, as the pictures developed, Alicia's enthusiasm began to fade.
The couple she'd seen by the carousel did not appear in any of the shots. The lightning was spectacular, but it was so close, so bright, it was impossible to see anything but shadows beyond the light, certainly nothing that clearly defined a person, which meant she had no other clue besides the military tag. Still, it was something. Hopefully, it would be enough to help find the missing woman.