For The Thrill of it. A Michael Stone adventure.

Previously

…The young man was showing it to the old woman casually, the way someone shares a forwarded message from a friend. He hadn't made the connection between the photo and the woman sitting on the floor three feet away. Not yet. Michael stood up. His ribs screamed. His ankle buckled and he caught himself on the wall. The young man looked at him, then at the phone, then at Rita. The old woman said something sharp. The young man's expression changed. Rita looked at Michael. He was already moving toward the door.