JASON
For a long moment after the investigator finished speaking, neither of us said another word.
The photographs remained spread across my desk.
My eyes drifted from one image to the next, but I wasn't really looking at them anymore.
I was thinking.
Trying to fit another piece into a puzzle that seemed determined to grow larger every day.
The missing shipments.
The explosion.
Now a murdered guard.
None of it felt isolated anymore.
Every new discovery only strengthened what I had begun to suspect.
Someone wasn't simply causing problems for Silver Hollow.
Someone was working toward something far more deliberate.
The investigator quietly gathered a few of the photographs into a neat pile but left the most important ones in front of me.
He seemed content to let me think.
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