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The paper is old and creased.
Not smoke damaged.
Not wet.
Sage turns it over.
The flap was never sealed.
She opens it and unfolds one sheet of paper.
Her eyes move across the first line.
“What does it say?” Hayley asks.
Sage looks at us.
“It’s from Frank.”
She begins reading.
“Sage, if you find this, then I failed to get the bag back before you were placed in danger. I’m sorry. You were never supposed to carry it for this long.”
Her voice breaks.
Hayley moves beside her.
Sage continues.
“Marisol stole the ledger from men who believed nobody would ever be brave enough to fight them. Sally protected her. I protected Sally. Now I’m asking you to protect the truth.”
She stops.
“What else?” I ask.
Sage lowers the letter.
“There’s an address.”
“Where?”
“Colorado.”
Taylor reaches for his computer.
“What city?”
“It isn’t a city.”
Sage reads the final line.
“The key opens a bus-station locker in Pueblo. Frank says everything Navarro is afraid we’ll find is inside.”
Kane looks at me.
“If Frank told Patrick about the key—”
“He didn’t,” Holt says.
