Chapter 19 - THE UNEXLECTED MAIL
A week later, the morning mail carrier dropped a heavy, cream-colored envelope into the brick mailbox by the driveway.
Mark retrieved the mail on his way back from his morning jog, flipping through the stack of bills and circulars.
At the bottom of the pile lay an unaddressed envelope sealed with a strange, unfamiliar black wax stamp.
He walked up the front steps, stepping into the foyer beneath the framed American flag with a slight frown.
He used his car key to slice open the heavy paper flap, pulling out a single sheet of embossed stationery.
There was no greeting or signature, only a short string of typed numbers and coordinates printed in bold ink.
Mark walked into his study, opening his desktop computer to enter the coordinates into a secure mapping software.
The digital map zoomed in rapidly, landing on an abandoned warehouse property located near the Chicago industrial docks.
He stared at the screen in silence, wondering who could possibly be sending him secret messages from the past.
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Sarah walked into the study, noticing the intense, focused expression etched across her husband's face.
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