I Found Two Babies in a Cardboard Box on Route 66—Then Their Missing Mother’s Warning Named the Man Asking to Take Them Home

I opened the notebook again.

At 2:35, Frank cleared a table in the station’s evidence workroom.

Frank had been an investigator long enough to know the difference between moving quickly and making a mess.

He looked at the box, now collected and tagged, then at the sleeve containing the warning.

“Tell me everything you moved.”

I did.

The lid.

Both children.