"Well, that's weird." Maria says, looking at the cat figurine. Maybe it had been used to smuggle something. It didn't exactly look priceless. At least it wasn't a gun.

She reaches for the stack of printed pages, maybe they provided a clue to who this was. A manuscript, maybe? A journal would be helpful. But this sort of paper was used more for raw data. From her bag she slipped the pocket knife Mabel had given her and cut the twine.