Winters abruptly stood up, walked to the desk, and unraveled the white silk cloth.
Inside was something that looked like a small notebook?
The notebook's front and back covers were yellow, with a texture that felt like some kind of leather, possibly cowhide?
There was a clasp on the side.
Winters opened the clasp, filled with anticipation, and opened the notebook...
...
...
What??
It's blank?
He flipped through the notebook back and forth, only finding a tiny letter 'L' at the lower-left corner of the last page.
'L'?
What the hell is 'L'?
Winters tossed the notebook back onto the desk with self-mockery, thinking, "Lieutenant Montagne, what were you expecting? A treasure map? A huge secret? Some unspeakable novel? That female thief probably can't even recognize letters."
He sighed and collapsed back onto the bed.
He hadn't had a good rest for two days.
As his mind relaxed, fatigue came knocking at his door.
