Over the next couple of days Sammy buried herself in the Macomb House case. After reading the whole thing a couple of times she was mostly confused. The two main things that stood out to her were that the case itself did not appear to be closely related to Gardner's company and it seemed too incomplete as if something were deliberately taken out. the main information she was able to gather was that a man in his early twenties, Trevor Macomb, also the son of the property owners, went missing sometime in 2013. After an investigation by the local authorities, nothing turned up. They found stray bits of evidence here and there. The only sign of something abnormal they may have found were statements from friends and family saying that Trevor had become withdrawn and bedridden the year before his disappearance. He had been diagnosed with depression a couple years prior but was not knowingly taking any medication at the time of the disappearance.
Most people close to him assumed he committed suicide or fell into Lake Sampson, the largest lake in the county. Lake Sampson was known to claim many victims over the years. his mom however seemed adamant that he was in trouble and would relentlessly come to the authorities with unusable information. Eventually they had to close the case and it appeared that the Macomb family had given up in finding out the truth of their son's appearance. A couple of years go by, the dad leaves, his siblings move on to other states, and his mom retires spending most of her time gardening and shopping for things online. And out of nowhere a package arrives at the residence with Trevor Macomb's name and address recorded as the sender. More and more of these packages arrived over the years. The current total ending up at 14.
Sammy looked through the photos contained in the file, but they were only of the outside of the packages. The contents were classified. She wondered if that was Gardner's decision or the families. The packages were completely random, some of them were addressed to friends and family others to random business's and companies. The authorities seemed intent on keeping the case closed and did not budge after years of relentless pushing by Mrs. Macomb. It seemed as if she had left the residence recently or sold it to Gardner, it was not quite clear to Sammy. But what was clear was that someone was either paying her company to continue this case or that the contents of these packages were highly valuable.
Sammy lay back in the couch as she stared at a small photo of Trevor Macomb, taken months before his disappearance. He seemed happy in the photo, but weary. There were bags beneath his pretty brown eyes, his long lashes gracefully pointing down. His short hair was freshly groomed and his demeanor relaxed as a sat on the back porch next to his mom. There was something familiar about Trevor. Something Sammy couldn't quite point her finger to. She didn't quite recognize his face, but she would get a very specific feeling from looking at the photo. As if she had been there at one time and digitally erased. Or an intense nostalgia for a time and place she wasn't familiar with. But, maybe she was. Also, a memory of hers kept appearing in her mind when she would star at his face.
It wasn't an especially eventful memory or anything, but it was one she hadn't thought of in over 7 years or so. In the memory she was riding her bike at night maybe her friends were behind her and they ended up going somewhere but her bike was stolen while they were inside. After that the memory is just her sharing the bike seat with someone as they rode back home. It was the type of memory that would make you feel sick with nostalgia, but Sammy had no idea why this photo seemed to be triggering it. She put down the photo of Trevor and picked up the security footage photo of Jasmine Bashir and her hooded accomplice stealing the package from the front porch of the house she was currently residing in. This seemed to be the primary impetus for this case. Sammy wasn't explicitly told what was inside this particular package, but it seemed like it was extremely valuable.
Sammy went into her new bedroom and curled up under the covers. Tomorrow would be her first day actually trailing Jamsine. She wasn't exactly nervous, but more uncertain. She didn't fully understand the purpose of this case and the lack of clarity had seemed to effect her. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this alone. It wasn't like she was all that social in her day to day life. In fact she hardly saw her friends at all these days. And even though she had been in Oakwood for only a couple days there was something about this new life that made her feel small and weak. Like a young bird leaving the nest for the first time. She texted Georgie before she went to sleep. Maybe breakfast with her old friend was what she needed.
Most people close to him assumed he committed suicide or fell into Lake Sampson, the largest lake in the county. Lake Sampson was known to claim many victims over the years. his mom however seemed adamant that he was in trouble and would relentlessly come to the authorities with unusable information. Eventually they had to close the case and it appeared that the Macomb family had given up in finding out the truth of their son's appearance. A couple of years go by, the dad leaves, his siblings move on to other states, and his mom retires spending most of her time gardening and shopping for things online. And out of nowhere a package arrives at the residence with Trevor Macomb's name and address recorded as the sender. More and more of these packages arrived over the years. The current total ending up at 14.
Sammy looked through the photos contained in the file, but they were only of the outside of the packages. The contents were classified. She wondered if that was Gardner's decision or the families. The packages were completely random, some of them were addressed to friends and family others to random business's and companies. The authorities seemed intent on keeping the case closed and did not budge after years of relentless pushing by Mrs. Macomb. It seemed as if she had left the residence recently or sold it to Gardner, it was not quite clear to Sammy. But what was clear was that someone was either paying her company to continue this case or that the contents of these packages were highly valuable.
Sammy lay back in the couch as she stared at a small photo of Trevor Macomb, taken months before his disappearance. He seemed happy in the photo, but weary. There were bags beneath his pretty brown eyes, his long lashes gracefully pointing down. His short hair was freshly groomed and his demeanor relaxed as a sat on the back porch next to his mom. There was something familiar about Trevor. Something Sammy couldn't quite point her finger to. She didn't quite recognize his face, but she would get a very specific feeling from looking at the photo. As if she had been there at one time and digitally erased. Or an intense nostalgia for a time and place she wasn't familiar with. But, maybe she was. Also, a memory of hers kept appearing in her mind when she would star at his face.
It wasn't an especially eventful memory or anything, but it was one she hadn't thought of in over 7 years or so. In the memory she was riding her bike at night maybe her friends were behind her and they ended up going somewhere but her bike was stolen while they were inside. After that the memory is just her sharing the bike seat with someone as they rode back home. It was the type of memory that would make you feel sick with nostalgia, but Sammy had no idea why this photo seemed to be triggering it. She put down the photo of Trevor and picked up the security footage photo of Jasmine Bashir and her hooded accomplice stealing the package from the front porch of the house she was currently residing in. This seemed to be the primary impetus for this case. Sammy wasn't explicitly told what was inside this particular package, but it seemed like it was extremely valuable.
Sammy went into her new bedroom and curled up under the covers. Tomorrow would be her first day actually trailing Jamsine. She wasn't exactly nervous, but more uncertain. She didn't fully understand the purpose of this case and the lack of clarity had seemed to effect her. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this alone. It wasn't like she was all that social in her day to day life. In fact she hardly saw her friends at all these days. And even though she had been in Oakwood for only a couple days there was something about this new life that made her feel small and weak. Like a young bird leaving the nest for the first time. She texted Georgie before she went to sleep. Maybe breakfast with her old friend was what she needed.
