Neither one of them had thought to look for that. If he could find a return address, learn where Josh was...
Chase snatched up the empty brown paper packet from the sofa where Haley had discarded it. He searched both sides of it. Haley’s address was there on the front, yes. But no return address either there or on the reverse of the packet. He even felt inside in case Haley had missed something. Nothing.
It occurred to him that, considering how rare and valuable Josh claimed these seeds were, he’d been very careless in getting them to Haley. They had arrived by ordinary mail. No special delivery, nothing registered or requiring a signature.
There was something Chase suddenly realized he was overlooking. A postmark. He turned the packet back over to the front. Yeah, there it was, a little blurred but still readable.
Anchorage, Alaska.
Josh was in Anchorage, Alaska! Or had been when he’d mailed this. What in the world was he doing way up in Alaska? And connected with seeds of all things?
A reasonable theory right about now would have been nice. He didn’t have one. Or even a few seconds to come up with one. He was startled by the sound of breaking glass from the direction of the kitchen, followed by a sharp cry.
Chase discarded the packet and raced toward the noise.
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