na's
cating me. At the grocery store, Mrs. Higgins wouldn't
d as a gardener at the Phillips estate, at twenty-five dollars a
my uncle Clement was sitting on the wooden step
y father's yo
p and a used marine-engine business, chasing a quick fortune and lo
id, tapping ash onto my gravel drive. "Says you've been kicking up
dn't look at him; I walk
ng me inside. "Says if I can talk you into signing over the deed, there's a finder's fee in
The neon VACANCY sign in the window hummed f
ng shutters, polishing pine floors, star
drive out of a single slab of driftwood cedar. We cut the letter
t you, Clement?" I turne
is cigarette hal
ha
ty thousand in cash. You take over the thirty-thousand mortgage still on the bank'
To a developer, the lot alone wou
am I supposed to find fifty thousan
en under your floor," I said flatly. "And ten in the safe at the
ut of there like a madman, terrified I'd cha
s, my mother's silver locket, five pairs of warm socks. I took nothing Jay had touched. The flannel shirts he'd worn stayed on their hangers; the
d metal toolbox packed with twenties and hundreds. We signe
sure I'd come to my senses any seco
and his voice came out thin and strange. "This was my brother's place. I never had any right to it
n," I said, zipping t
hy
amed Jay ever liv
ickup and walked out the back door. I took out my pho
when she picked up
nd competent over the noise of a distant city. "God, Gia
lege before she moved out west. Now she was the gener
said calmly. "Can I crash
happened. She didn't ask wh
ney said at once. "And our night auditor just quit yesterda
"I'll call you when
ht to the commercial freig
's, and twice a week he ran an unregistered little fr
n. And he never checked the passenger list. I parked th
ptain Vance stood by the loading ramp of his steel-
outed, pullin
ging halogen work light cutt
t are you doing out
the fold I had taken from the toolbox before I left the inn a
ey, then at the single
Sheriff Miller went to the harbormaster's shed himself. He had your photo. Said you were having som
d not make my hand
losed the r
ice. "You knew my father. You know I'm not crazy. If I s
o into the water, looked at the money for a long moment, and took it. "Your
r plate," Vance said roughly. "Behind the ge
ngway, two blinding high beams ripped t
the flooded potholes and screamed to a
ors fl
even wearing a coat. The wind and rain soaked through
uards in tactical jackets s
nna." Jadon's low command cut
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