You were just about to head out when a knock hit the door. The sun was low, throwing a sickly yellow over the street. When you opened it, Lilly Bainbridge was there with Ronnie Grogan, her camera hanging from her neck, fingers wrapped tight around it like it was the only thing keeping her steady.

“Hey,” she said, voice low but urgent. “We need your help.”

You raised an eyebrow. “With what?”

“We need to develop some pictures,” Lilly said. “Rich and Will are already helping us, but…” She trailed off, glancing at Ronnie.

“But what?” you asked, folding your arms.

“If we give them to a shop, they’ll hold on to them. We’ll never get them back,” she said quickly. “It’s proof that something is happening, and so they can see with their own eyes.” Her voice dropped. “Ronnie’s dad didn’t kill Phil, Suzie, or Matty. It was something else.”

Ronnie’s jaw tightened. “We just need the school darkroom. You know it. You know how to get in and out before anyone notices.”

You looked at them, exhaling. “So basically, you want me to sneak into the school at night to develop photos that might get all of us in serious shit?”

Lilly leaned forward a little. “Yeah. So… are you gonna help us or not? If you are, we’re meeting at the standpipe this evening.”