“Can you tell me where this letter would have been mailed from?” He leans in to look at the envelope, frowns, then snatches it from my hand. He turns it over, shrugs, then hands it back to me. “Didn’t come through the post office,” he says. “No postmark. There isn’t even a stamp.”
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