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JACK WINSTON’S HEAD bobbed, his eyes bursting open after a long blink. It took him a moment to get his bearings. He settled back in his reading chair and reached for the journal from the table beside him, laying it open in his lap. His breath caught in his chest when he looked down at the page.
Dear Detective Winston,
I understand your disbelief and appreciate your caution. In return, I hope you can appreciate my own, as I don’t want to reveal too much to you. I wouldn’t want to alter your future or Vancouver’s past. The headline you request doesn’t provide much detail, so I will share it with you, as you requested.
Winston pushed his breath through pursed lips and dropped his shoulders as he read the final line in her response.
Another Man Missing. Will He Be Found Alive?