She slipped the canister and note into her bag, heart pounding. The sensible thing would be to drop them in a drawer and forget them entirely. But the words on the note kept burning through her thoughts. Why was a note from 1985 still in the car? Was the note and film stash meant for someone specifically? Was it some sort of keepsake?
And so began the strangest adventure of Margaret’s life—one that would take her back in time, on the trail of a person declared missing, into newspaper archives and conversations with people who remembered what others had long buried. All because she bought the only car she could afford at an auction.