The black duffel bag hit the porch with a heavy thud.
Its zipper burst open.
Papers exploded across the wooden boards.
Photographs.
Folders.
Documents.
Dozens of them.
For one strange second, nobody moved.
Then Sheriff Daniels stepped forward.
A photograph landed face-up at his feet.
He bent down.
Picked it up.
And froze.
“What is it?” one of the deputies asked.
The sheriff didn’t answer immediately.
His face had gone pale.
