Information is the resolution of uncertainty.-Claude Shannon
Noah's pov
“I should’ve come to him the second we got to Grenadville. s**t!” I scolded myself for my stupidity. I had spent just two days setting the team's roles and fixing up the warehouse, most of it was already done so I didn’t have that big of a job.
Now, I realize my mistake. The only witness we had so far was sprawled out on the floor, his eye sockets empty, his skin as pale as the moon, drained of all fluids. I felt tiny needles prick at my chest, what had the poor man endured?
His body was bent to form the letter A. I was curious about this, could this be a clue? To what? A place? A name? An object?
This one clue held so many possibilities. Vicar stepped towards the body, he used a pen- I didn’t know he brought one-
