Scapegoat

"That's hardly the point right now," Greta interjected. "Whether or not their remains were there means nothing. Anything could have happened to them. I don't understand why that small detail implicates them in something."

"I'm not saying that any of this implicates them," Graeme ran a hand over his face. "It's just one more mystery surrounding the alyko and our parents' murders. There's so much we don't know. It's maddening to be on the outside of it."

"Perhaps they should see the files you brought home," August suggested.

Graeme nodded in agreement without responding to it. His eyes were fixed on the table in front of him as it all ran through his mind—a puzzle he didn't have all the pieces to.

"I'll go grab them from the car. Excuse me," August said before leaving to retrieve them.