After My Father’s

appeared in the doorway. “Put that back.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s mine.”

Harold stepped between us. “Then you won’t mind her photographing it.”

Miles’s face went pale.

That was how I knew.

Inside the shredder bin were strips of paper. Most unreadable. Some not.

A company name appeared on one scrap.

Bell North Holdings.

Another scrap showed part of an address.

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