The sound cut out. Then a single line of text appeared in Cyrillic across the bottom of the screen:
The first result was a dead link. The second was a dubbed Italian version with Dutch subtitles. The third, buried on page two, was simply titled: Смертельное оружие (1987) Ремастер? lethal weapon 1987 ok.ru
It was of Alex.
But on his nightstand, where there had been no photograph before, was a single Polaroid. It was him, at eight years old, in the Ninja Turtles pajamas. But standing behind him in the photo, out of focus, was a man in a soaked gray suit, holding a Beretta 92F. The sound cut out
Alex’s hand trembled over the mouse. He tried to pause. The button didn't work. He tried to close the tab. The browser was frozen. Riggs, on screen, slowly turned his head. His eyes weren't Mel Gibson’s anymore. They were hollow, black wells, and they were looking directly through the lens. Directly at Alex. The third, buried on page two, was simply
The photo wasn't of Riggs’s dead wife.