No denial.
Just bait.
At the bottom she had written one more line:
Bring the key if you found it.
I read that twice.
Then a third time.
Because now it wasn’t just that my parents had tried to steal the house.
It was that my mother somehow knew about the key to Box 214.
And that meant whatever had been buried in my grandfather’s storage unit had never been buried as deeply as he thought.
Part 7
I did not meet my mother at Cathedral Park.
I did something that felt much more satisfying and much less cinematic: I forwarded her note to Darius, Lenora, and the detective whose card the DA’s office had sent over by courier that morning.
Then I made eggs I couldn’t eat, drank coffee that tasted like pennies, and sat at my kitchen table staring out at the bare maple in the front yard while my mind tried to run in six directions at once.
By nine-fifteen, Detective Elise Navarro called.
