“Don’t come to Hannah’s house, don’t follow us, and don’t try to contact any of her daughters tonight,” Paige cut in forcefully.

“I won’t,” he promised quietly.

Paige ended the call and set the phone down on the filing cabinet.

For several long minutes, neither of us said a word as the reality of what we had just learned settled over us.

As I started gathering Brandon’s documents to pack into my bag, I noticed a small white piece of paper wedged tightly between two wooden slats of a crate in the back corner.

I reached over and carefully pulled it free.