Chapter Two: The Person Everyone Forgot

Shen remained outside until the door gently closed. When he returned to the studio, a freshly developed print lay on his table. It showed No-Light Alley. Tang stood before Number 44, her face already blurred. Her fingers formed the distress signal they had used as reporters: distrust the scene; inspect the edge of the image. At the bottom of the print, in Tang's handwriting, were the words: COME FIND ME TOMORROW AT MIDNIGHT. BRING ONLY A PHOTOGRAPH YOU HAVE NEVER TAKEN.