Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

“And the address listed for the registered agent is a post office box in town.”

“Which one?” I asked.

“Box four hundred and twelve,” Jane said.

I wrote the number down on the back of a grocery receipt. The library was quiet except for the hum of the old computer tower on the floor.

“We need to find out who owns that box,” I said.

“That is federal property,continue reading …