Ken beckoned her over. A small evidence bag sat there. Inside it were a dusty 35mm film canister and a folded note, the paper yellowed, edges curled like old petals. It was not what she had expected, and so she looked at Ken quizzically.
“That was under the back seat,” Ken explained, rubbing his jaw. “Wedged so tight we had to pry it loose. Strange place to leave a film roll. And the note was wrapped around it.” He hesitated. “We didn’t open it. Thought it best you see it first and take a call.”