Uncle Will had written about everything. He recorded birthdays, repairs, customer complaints, weather changes, and even the names of dogs belonging to regular customers.
Yet when it came to the warehouse investigation, there were gaps.
Huge gaps and I frowned.
“Look at this.” I said as Jace moved closer.
“What?” He asked.
“These pages are missing.” I said.
“How many?” He asked.
“Six.” I said and he studied the binding.
“Could they have fallen out?” He asked.
“No. The stitching is intact.” I said shaking my head and Jace's expression hardened.
“Someone removed them.” Jace said.
“I think so.” I said.
That realization made me close the journal again.
I had spent hours trying to find answers, but all I was discovering were more questions and I leaned back in the chair.
“I'm stopp
