The paper had yellowed with age.
Across the front, written in neat handwriting, were three words.
NOT YET, DAD.
Sheriff Tate looked at me.
"Daniel."
I nodded.
"This wasn't left for us."
"It was left for him."
The room became silent.
I carefully opened the envelope.
Inside rested a single folded sheet.
Nothing else.
I unfolded it.
Emily's handwriting.
The room seemed to disappear around me.
I began reading aloud.
Dad,
If you're standing here, then I didn't make it home.
Please don't come looking for me.
They're already watching you because of me.
Trigger quietly lowered his head.
I continued.
You were right.
The room is the safest place in town.
But not for the things they're looking for.
My pulse quickened.
Emily had underlined the next sentence.
I moved the second box before I gave Rylie the key.
Every Ranger became perfectly still.
If anyone finds this letter before you do, then they've already lost.