Page 96 of Scars of Fate

Blankets.

Equipment cases.

Personal belongings recovered from the warehouse.

One canvas bag sat beneath the bench.

Wynn’s name was written across the side.

I pointed toward it.

“Is that yours?”

“Yes. They returned it after the rescue.”

“Who did?”

“One of the soldiers.”

“Which one?”

“I don’t know.”

I pulled the bag into the center of the floor.

“Don’t touch it,” Hawk ordered from the doorway.

He climbed inside carrying a handheld scanner.

Wynn moved closer to Samir.

I placed myself between her and the bag.

Hawk passed the scanner over the canvas.

The device emitted a faint, intermittent chirp.

“There’s something in there,” he said. “Open it carefully.”

I slowly unzipped the top.

Inside were the belongings taken from Wynn at the warehouse.

A broken camera.

A torn notebook.

Two shirts.

A passport.

A pair of boots.

And a small silver necklace.

Wynn inhaled sharply.

“What?”