Chapter seventy seven

"What the hell?!" He snapped and dropped the paper as it burned.

"I'm as surprised as you are," Hanson said with a shrug, "when I first saw it, it didn't make any sense, I had to try and separate the ink, but here it is, I can't even deny it." He said.

Jeremy stared at the sheet again, hoping he could see some letter, some stray alphabet, anything to make it obvious that it wasn't his name, there was none. Right below his name were a few other words that didn't quite make sense: Come, time, pursue, and urgent, were some of the words that he could make out.

"What does this mean?" He asked, his tone sober. Hanson shook his head with a frown, he was as lost as Jeremy was, or even more so.

"I don't know, it's as much of a surprise to me too," he said and finally pulled out the desk from the light raw.

"What did you find on it? Any clues? Fingerprints?" He asked.

"There's a lot, over a dozen, I'm guessing this was a calculated effort to frustrate any investigations that would have bee