A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

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“It was sitting right at the front,” she said.

She opened the notebook to the first page. The paper was lined, filled with Alan’s precise, slanted handwriting in bright blue ink. Each page was topped with a date, a name, and a list of numbers.

“He kept receipts,” Stacey whispered. She turned a page, her hand flat against the paper to keep it continue reading …