Page 236 of Rangers Unexpected Return

Gloves.

A faded denim jacket.

Someone had painted a smile across the burlap face.

My stomach tightened.

The smile reminded me of the victims.

Forced.

Wrong.

A length of rope hung around its neck.

Suspended from it...

A rusted metal lunchbox.

Will immediately stopped everyone.

"Pictures first."

He photographed every angle before carefully removing the lunchbox.

No lock.

No wires.

No obvious trap.

He slowly opened it.

Inside rested three objects.

A child's marble.

A tiny silver bracelet.

And...

A cassette tape.

Nobody spoke.

Will carefully turned the tape over.

One handwritten word covered the faded label.

EMMA.

Rylie stared at it.

Her breathing became uneven.

"I've seen that."

"Where?" I asked.