Chris moved forwards and counted the boxes. She stood beside Jed and checked the fastenings on each box.
‘They’re all locked,’ she said.
‘Funny, so is the backpack.’ Jed fingered the tiny brass padlock The lock was the cheap kind sold in airport shops, hardly a deterrent to any determined thief.
‘It was good of your staff to pack everything so neatly and lock all the baggage,’ Chris said to the ranger, who stood inside the building, still holding his bunch of keys.
‘No, Professor. Everything you see here is exactly as we found it, except for the tent, of course, which we packed after the police had finished their investigation. All of the boxes and the pack were locked and there were no signs of keys anywhere. The plastic bin bag has a few loose pieces that were in the tent.’
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