Chapter 6

“He took hundreds of photographs, did a complete survey of the lake—which is quite a lot, the shoreline is almost six hundred miles, all the way ‘round. He was even one of the sponsors for that sound survey, the one that discovered some echo-location noises? Did you hear about that? Anyway, he supposedly had a whole bunch of photography and equipment in a storage unit here in Vermont. I…sort of went through his correspondence. It was already open and on the desk, and everything in the house was on display you know, so it’s not like it was still sealed.”

“Wait, what?” Brandon asked. “Clarence…Hutchins?” He spun to the desk and dug through the files that were currently under arrears. C. Hutchins.

“Yes. Exactly. His storage unit. Is going on auction tomorrow,” Scott said. “Which is how I ended up on your doorstep. So to speak.”