Chapter 40
40 Luther took care of a couple of things first, but he had every intention of returning to the Sheriff’s Department as Grant had suggested. But when he climbed into his vehicle, a piece of folded paper jabbed him in the crease of his hip. Luther tugged it from his pocket. It was the printed photograph from the cabin scene. He hadn’t had a chance to look at it yet, so he held it toward the car windshield for better light. There were no words visible on the candy wrapper, or at least none he could see. Luther pulled a magnifying glass from the glovebox. The photo’s resolution wasn’t great, thanks to the zoom, but he could make out some small symbols around the margins, possibly some kind of foreign writing. A white pinwheel shape dominated the small, dark green wrapper. Luther’s breath c
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