“I didn’t write this, dumb-ass! Someone else did!”
Toby’s shoulders lowered and his expression turned to one of puzzlement. “So then . . .” he started. “You know someone who knows someone in Traverse City, Michigan.”
“Toby, you’re starting to piss me off. What are you saying?”
Toby retold the story he had told Sean the previous day, about running into the town’s postal carrier with his bike, resulting in a bag of letters spilling out over the sidewalk. While helping the angry mailman pick up his letters, Toby’s eye had taken notice of a large envelope with the address labeled in red ink.
“One-fourteen Bluff Walk Road,” Toby added.
The boy explained that the handwriting on the envelope was the same as on the newspaper before him. Typically, Sean would have disregarded such a claim as n
