Her apartment wasn't messy, per se. It was cluttered, but clean. Vicki had other things to do than dust the shelves, obviously. That photograph had clearly been taken years ago. She'd probably forgotten that it was still there, hidden among the take-out menus and grocery lists. They looked hopeful, less burdened. The young officers in the picture barely resembled the detective and PI that he knew.
"I had a hand in that," Henry thought grimly.
Waiting in her kitchen, his eyes were pulled repeatedly back to the picture of a younger Vicki and a younger Mike. They were smiling, arms around eachother. They gazed out at the viewer; happy.
Henry wanted to look away.