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Now that I knew for certain they had been here prior to their deaths, what did this knowledge really tell me? For sure, I needed to know when, why and who had taken the photo. Considering that the road I’d just conquered was made-to-order for adventurous off-road enthusiasts like Nathan probably answered the why. Marcelene should be able to tell me approximately when. But who had taken the photo and how a cat figured into the scenario of two people out exploring mountainous back roads baffled me. I stepped out and tromped through the mud, gingerly sidestepping pools of water as I approached the mailboxes. I counted sixteen of them—some so rusted, faded, flaking and caked with dirt there were few numbers or names visible. But considering that people supposedly came here
