The First Clue
The letter continued: “In the glovebox, you’ll find a key. It’s to a lockbox in a bank in Greenfield.” Greenfield? Jack hadn’t heard that name in years. It was the small town his father grew up in, about two hours away. The key was small, brass, and cold in his hand as Jack held it up to the light. Why would his father keep a lockbox in a bank in a town he hadn’t visited in decades?
The First Clue
On the Road to Greenfield
Feeling a mixture of apprehension and determination, Jack decided to drive to Greenfield that very day. He hadn’t been there since he was a child, but he remembered the way. As he drove the Impala down the highway, memories of his father flooded back—family road trips, his dad teaching him how to drive, the arguments they had as Jack grew older. The car seemed to hum with the weight of the past as it rolled down the road.
On The Road To Greenfield
