Chapter 121

In the last photo, the water truck rammed headlong into the Land Rover, causing it to fall into the ravine. A chill ran down Elodie’s spine as she tried to process what she had just seen. From the angle the photos were taken, it appeared as though the photographer had been standing higher up on Mount Speke, looking down upon the scene below. Why hadn’t the photographer come forward sooner? And why send her these pictures now, after all this time? One thing was certain – her parents’ deaths weren’t an accident as the police report concluded, but cold, calculated murders. The water truck driver had deliberately targeted her parents’ vehicle, waiting patiently for them to pass by before striking. This meant that the driver must have possessed intimate knowledge of their travel plans, including the type of car they had rented. Perhaps that explained why he had been on the phone in one of the photos – receiving instructions from whoever had supplied him with this crucial information. But wh