The Realtor Read One Name and My Stepfather Stopped Laughing

that’s not why they called. They found pry marks on the work shed.”

I sat up straighter.

“The shed?”

“Yes. The one listed in your father’s inventory.”

My father’s steel toolbox.

The compass.

And one other thing. A locked lower drawer he never let anybody use.

I hadn’t thought about that drawer in years.

“What was in it?” Victoria asked.

I rubbed a thumb across continue reading …