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Cade put down the stack of Rupert’s oldest writings and fanned them out across the table. The yellowed, faded papers were dated starting in 1965 during Johnston’s tour of duty in Vietnam. Cade’s eye locked on one particular sheet.
“What the hell is this?”
“What cha got?” said Knuckles.
“Look at this piece of paper. It’s not old and yellowed like the rest. Hell, it’s dated a couple of days ago. Holy s**t, that’s the same day he died. But it’s all gobbledygook. I can’t read any of it.”
“Let me see that,” said Knuckles.
Knuckles took the paper and studied it. Then his eyes lit up like a kid tearing the wrapping paper off a new train set on Christmas morning.
“It’s encoded! He’s using some kind of manual encoding to prevent prying eyes.”
“Can you c***k it?” said Cade.
“Does the pop
