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#1: Something Beneath the Shed

Claire knelt on the wet grass while the wildlife officer aimed his flashlight beneath her old wooden shed. The opening was barely wide enough to see through.

At first, the beam caught only dirt and dead leaves. Then it reached the back.

Shoes. A whole pile of them.

Claire recognized the muddy slipper and the little red sneaker. Before she could say anything, a soft sound came from somewhere behind the pile.