When Axton Betz was 12, her father stopped getting his issues of The Brayer.
She and her parents lived on an Indiana farm, distant from almost everything; her mother's passion was the home shopping network, and her father's passion was raising donkeys. Those magazines were his professional favorite. Axton pointed out that her pen-pal letters had also gone astray, and the family agreed how strange it was that someone would take that kind of thing.
But someone had definitely taken them. And for the next 20 years, they didn't stop.