Jimmy Simmons frowned, "Is that all?"
Hank Ward lowered his head, "Yes, that's all we've found for now."
Jimmy flipped through several documents in his hand, his gaze finally resting on a photograph.
It was a recent shot, with the backdrop of an endless sea, where far off on the surface, the setting sun's afterglow rolled with the waves, crashing ashore at the girl's feet.
She, in a bright red long dress, appeared to be the only splash of color between heaven and earth, ethereal and pure, as if she belonged in a painting, her fluttering black hair adding to her beauty.
This photo, if it weren't for the angle, wouldn't seem like a candid shot at all. It looked more like it was taken by a professional for a major feature.
Jimmy knew for the first time that someone could indeed look stunningly beautiful in a blurry photograph.
Back then, he had only gotten a glimpse from afar, enough to discern the contours, aware she was a beauty, but now, upon closer inspection...
