Bea flicked the light on in the mailroom as it got darker outside. She thought back to the missing letters, a few days ago she had been freaking out about them but now they were just a few more letters she didn't have to shred.

The investigation of Evans' death had come to nothing. The police had called the investigation a cold case a few weeks ago, and after no new evidence was found by the group Bret had been keeping such a secret he'd called it off too. Bea could have kept looking by herself but she was tired. The investigation had been all consuming for the past six months, it was hard to forget when the mail was the number one source of evidence and Bea was in the mailroom all the time. It was time to move on, and shredding the mail was the best way to keep the investigation off of her mind. It was also the best way to keep the feds from arresting her for opening someone else's mail.

Bea picked up the next envelope and paused, surprised by its weight. She opened the envelope without a second thought.

Dear Mr. Evans,

We are very much interested in the set of sterling cards you offered to us to sell for you.  We have tried to contact you several times, and this is our last effort.  They are indeed worth a great deal and we would be happy to find a buyer for you.

Please contact us as soon as possible.

Best regards,

Mr. Jones,

Sotheby's Inc.

A business card fell out of the pages as Bea rifled through them. The card listed Mr. Jones' email, phone number, and also the email and phone number of one of his colleagues. The other pages contained a collection of articles and photos of what must be the Sterling Cards the letter had referred to. A few days ago Bea would have waved the card and letter in front of Ackeridge asking what he thought of them, now she didn't even bother to wake him from where he was napping on the counter before sliding the paper through the shredder. 

Bea checked the clock, gathered her things and Ackeridge, and locked up for the night. She made her way through the darkened lobby and stepped out the front doors to get some fresh air after being cooped up in the mailroom all day. As the Foxberry door closed behind her, Bea heard a muffled crash and yell from down the street. 

She stepped out into the road as if it would allow her a better look at where the sound had come from. She stood for a moment under the streetlight waiting for something else to happen, then there was another crash and the streetlight went out.