Chapter Thirty-Two
The cozy magic of the cabin had worn off and I was back in the zone. If the file was here, we needed to find it and figure out what to do with it. Though, I suspected Teach already had a plan of action in mind. We tore open drawers and cabinets, looked under the beds, in the cookie jar on the counter, and inspected each book on the shelf, certain one held a secret compartment of some sort.
About ten minutes in, having come up empty-handed, I stopped, realizing our error.
“Teach, in the note, Luisa said she had the file delivered, right?”
“Yeah.”
“How?” I watched the same recognition wash over his face.
“Of course. Jesus. I think the lack of sleep is starting to get to us.”
I followed Teach outside where he sunk his hand into the wooden mailbox attached to the wall
