Some appeared to have been diverted from legitimate deliveries and sold through unauthorized channels.
Other paperwork suggested that charitable shipments had been used to hide transactions.
Ben had discovered the operation after noticing trucks using our cabin property without permission.
He began taking photographs.
Writing down license plates.
Recording conversations.
And apparently, he had been preparing to report what he’d found.
Detective Ellis looked at me.
“Your husband collected a great deal of information.”
I nodded.
“He always wrote everything down.”
She turned another page.
“But there’s something missing.”
My stomach tightened.
“What?”
“The records repeatedly refer to a second set of evidence.”
I remembered Ben’s letter.
*The boys know where the evidence is hidden.*
I looked toward Owen.
He was sitting beside Hannah, drawing on a piece of paper.
I approached him gently.
“Owen, did Dad ever give you and Caleb something to hide?”
He stopped drawing.
Then looked up.
