It was heading to four in the evening when Jessica and Sam arrived at the Traffic department of the Central police station. They approached the Sergeant at the desk.
"I would like to see the items that were found in my parents' wrecked car," Jessica requested.
"Please sign your name here while I search for the briefcase that was recovered from there," the Sergeant responded, heading to the store.
He came back after a few minutes bearing a battered briefcase. The combination lock was open, revealing some papers in a file.
"I'm sorry it was squeezed almost to a pulp," he said, placing the briefcase on the desk.
Jessica pulled out a file and started flipping through it. She reached the last page and resumed from the beginning, slower.
"Wait, something is not right here," she suddenly sa
