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“Over here.”
Paul was poking through a small pile of burnt ash. “What do you make of this wooden box? My guess, it was used as the flash point.”
Pad bent low. Using a pen, he pushed things around. “Looks like an old fruit crate, notice the wire holding the slats together.” He pointed to what was left. “This was brought here. Ellie didn’t have anything like this.”
“Why do you think they used a box?” Judy said as she approached from behind. “Isn’t that odd?”
Ray was standing to one side. “This whole thing is a little weird. Why is someone targeting her?”
“Sir, if we knew the answer to that we would have caught them by now.” Greene looked around the room. “At least this time nothing appears to be broken or destroyed.”
“You’re kidding right? This whole place could have gone up in smo
