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Maddock and Bones sat huddled in a corner booth of The Farmer’s Daughter. The home-style cooking and atmosphere was well targeted at its small-town customer base. They’d hardly touched their daily special, meatloaf sandwiches and beer-battered green beans, which seemed to distress the perky brunette waitress. Both men reassured her everything was perfectly acceptable, and to keep the coffee coming.
While Bones read the journal depicting the dig beneath the Hilltop Barn, carefully turning the pages, and leaving torn bits of napkin as bookmarks, Maddock scoured the internet with his cell phone, trying to discover all he could about Clark Clabberson, Esquire. The business card handed over by Johnny Harshbinner, identifying his lawyer, bore that name, as well as a stylized depiction of a
