Shane had walked over to Vaughn's altar while Ella found the matchbook, and he was looking at the photographs. It was like physical madness, this icon of obsession, and it was fascinating in a sick sort of way. He wasn't surprised by it. He was almost impressed, though he'd gone cold, a twisting in his stomach.
He noticed the pictures of Piper. It seemed that Vaughn's habit of lashing out at people who got close to Daniel had started as far back as him.
But there--was Boyd.
He almost didn't notice her. It was hard to see that it was her in the photo under the bright red A. He pulled it from the shrine without thinking, holding it up to the light. Boyd wasn't looking at the camera in the photo. Vaughn must have taken it of her while hiding somewhere in the building. Slinking in the shadows. Watching her. How many times had she followed Boyd without her realizing? How many times had she been given the opportunity to do something to her and not taken it, just shot pictures? It was like she was taunting him and she wasn't even there.
He glanced up at the shrine, shoulders tensed, and wondered how much force it would take to tear it apart.