Follow The Clues
*Arielle* I look at the twenty or so papers on the bed with apprehension and the vague notion that I have absolutely no clue about how to start surveying them for clues. And I know that they must have clues for us, or a message of some kind. I mean, that’s got to be why he said ‘read any good papers lately’, and why the newspapers were scattered all over his floor. No one would have looked twice at them, thinking they were trash or misguided mementos of a hoarder. If he hadn’t left the clue, I might have thought the papers were garbage too. Heck, I might still think that. Newspapers were so old school. Besides, he didn’t even leave the whole paper behind. Just the classifieds. So why? “So… Arielle, how are we going to do this?” “My thought is th
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