The Prescotts Thought My Uniform Was Decorative

Earlier that afternoon, while I was still on base, an envelope had been delivered to my office without a return address.

Inside was only one photograph.

One property survey.

And one handwritten sentence.

Don’t let them clean out the guest house before the police see it.

I slipped the folded paper back into my pocket.

Then I looked at Todd Prescott.

“You’ve continue reading …