Smoky Mountain Investigation. Annslee Urban

and pulled a bundle from underneath. “Shine your light over here, Dave.”

      Dave targeted his flashlight on the bound file in Nick’s hands.

      Nibbling her lip, Kylie watched carefully as Nick slipped off a rubber band and the bulging folder popped open. Dozens of rough-cut newspaper articles and photos flew into the air before scattering onto the uneven loft floor at Nick’s feet.

      Setting the empty folder aside, Nick started collecting the documents on the floor.

      Kylie gasped and her body went rigid when she realized she was looking at articles she’d written, along with four-by-eight black-and-white prints—of her.