We hit pay dirt in box nineteen. Not that we didn’t find a great many strange and interesting things in the first eighteen boxes. Hundreds of old photos, the kind where everyone begins to look alike because they’re all frowning from the effort of sitting still long enough. Hundreds of old letters...
It was the Shiffley who’d called 911. “Not sure there’s anything we can do,” the kneeling Shiffley said. “Two shots, one in the head and one in the throat. Either one could kill you, but both?” The first one shook his head. And then he began telling Debbie Ann what had happened and where we were....