PART 3 The expert set down his coffee.
His hands weren’t quite steady.
“I can’t tell you what it is,” he said, pointing at the screen.
“Honestly? The proportions say person. But no person stands that still,
in that light, between those trees, for that long.”
Frank Jenkins leaned closer.
Thirty years in law enforcement had taught him that most
mysteries had boring answers. This one was beginning to feel different.
“Could it be a trick of the shadows?” Anna asked quietly.
“In 2015, they said it was. Pareidolia.
Your brain seeing faces in clouds.” The expert paused.
“But I enhanced it a hundred different ways, Miss Mills.
The shape doesn’t go away.
And the report I’m writing will say exactly this:
the object shows signs of an anthropomorphic silhouette,
but its proportions and apparent immobility in low light do not permit a definitive assessment.”
Anna’s eyes filled with tears. “He was looking right at it.
