Parking Attendant (84) Hands In Badge After 32 Years, Then Manager Finds This Letter

A parking ticket

It was a single old parking ticket from the lot, dated exactly thirty-two years ago. It was printed on faded paper, with Walter’s signature scrawled across the bottom in cursive writing.

It was proof that Doyle wasn’t going crazy. “Walter was here last night. But how did he get in here with the door locked?”