SILVER HOLLOW
JASON
I had chosen the location carefully.
Not far enough from the pack house to make it look suspicious, but far enough that no one would accidentally walk past and overhear a conversation that wasn't meant for anyone else.
The events of the past few days had taught me one thing.
Information was just as dangerous as any weapon when it fell into the wrong hands.
I sat in my vehicle with the engine turned off, staring through the windshield as one of the investigators, Pius, approached.
The moment he reached the vehicle, I unlocked the passenger door.
He climbed in and closed it behind him.
There was no unnecessary greeting.
No wasted conversation.
He understood that some matters required urgency.
He placed a folder on his lap.
Then he placed a sealed evidence ba
