The black duffel bag hit the porch with a heavy thud.
Its zipper burst open.
Papers exploded across the wooden boards.
Photographs.
Folders.
Documents.
Dozens of them.
For one strange second, nobody moved.
Then Sheriff Daniels stepped forward.
A photograph landed face-up at his feet.
He bent down.
Picked it up.
And froze.
“What is it?” one of the deputies asked.
The sheriff didn’t answer immediately.
His face had gone pale.
Very pale.
Finally, he held up the photograph.
A collective gasp swept through the crowd.
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