Anna refused to let me go alone.<\/p>\n
Clara refused more quietly.<\/p>\n
Jonas simply stood beside the diner dumpster with both hands resting on his cane, watching us argue as if he had expected every word.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe note says alone,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Anna\u2019s eyes flashed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe last time someone in this family followed instructions alone, we lost twenty-five years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s Mom\u2019s handwriting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know that from two letters.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the photograph.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHandwriting can be copied.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara looked at Jonas.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did Elizabeth contact you?\u201d<\/p>\n
His damaged mouth worked slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cFacility.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not in a facility now.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cLeft.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy sister?\u201d<\/p>\n
A nod.<\/p>\n
I stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou saw my mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse jumped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jonas pointed toward the address in my hand.<\/p>\n
Anna folded her arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we all go.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jonas shook his head violently.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWatching.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
He gave a tired look that made the answer obvious.<\/p>\n
Mercer.<\/p>\n
Clara stepped nearer.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel knows you\u2019re alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jonas nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes he know you spoke to Elizabeth?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another nod.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you\u2019re bait too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jonas gave a crooked smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlways.\u201d<\/p>\n
The diner\u2019s emergency lights came on behind us.<\/p>\n
Through the building we could see people moving toward the front parking lot.<\/p>\n
The two sedans remained there.<\/p>\n
Jonas pointed to his car.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow.\u201d<\/p>\n
We climbed inside.<\/p>\n
Anna sat beside me in the back despite the note\u2019s instruction.<\/p>\n
Clara took the passenger seat.<\/p>\n
Jonas drove slowly but steadily.<\/p>\n
No one followed at first.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened at Linden Street?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
His hands tightened around the wheel.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot\u2026 supposed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat wasn\u2019t supposed to happen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFire.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were involved.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jonas swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlarm.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou disabled it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDelayed inspection.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOn Mercer\u2019s orders?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you start the fire?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jonas shook his head hard.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat started it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWiring.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara looked at me.<\/p>\n
So the fire itself may truly have been accidental.<\/p>\n
The deaths were not.<\/p>\n
A known unsafe system.<\/p>\n
A delayed inspection.<\/p>\n
People left in a building that should have been evacuated or repaired.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Mercer gain?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jonas struggled through the answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cCondemnation. Purchase.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Dad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMoney.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word landed heavily.<\/p>\n
Dad had profited from nine deaths even if he had not caused the fire directly.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom overheard you discussing it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith Mercer and Dad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen Mercer sent you to stop her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jonas stared ahead.<\/p>\n
\u201cTalk.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo intimidate her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened that night?\u201d<\/p>\n
His breathing changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard yelling.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna heard that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cElizabeth run hall.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard grab.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna whispered, \u201cI came up after the lamp broke.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jonas nodded.<\/p>\n
I leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice nearly disappeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou came through the bedroom door?\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe saw.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSaw you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jonas\u2019s hand began shaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe backed away.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cToward the stairs?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you touch her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Dad?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jonas looked at me in the mirror.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard reached.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMissed.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe fell.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jonas nodded once.<\/p>\n
Not pushed.<\/p>\n
Not struck down by a hired killer.<\/p>\n
A terrified woman backing away from two men, one her husband and one sent to frighten her, falling during the confrontation they created.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t make you innocent,\u201d Anna said.<\/p>\n
Jonas nodded again.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The simplicity of it silenced the car.<\/p>\n
After several miles I asked, \u201cWhy tell us now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jonas touched his throat.<\/p>\n
\u201cDying.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara gave a humorless laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently mortality is contagious among Richard\u2019s friends.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jonas did not object.<\/p>\n
We turned onto a lakeside road.<\/p>\n
Dark water flashed between the trees.<\/p>\n
The address led to a cluster of seasonal cottages.<\/p>\n
Jonas stopped half a mile away.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo closer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said she\u2019s there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen drive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pointed toward a narrow footpath.<\/p>\n
I looked at Anna.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n
That word did what arguing had not.<\/p>\n
Her face softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf anything feels wrong, you leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is exactly what thirteen-year-old you used to say before doing the opposite.\u201d<\/p>\n
Despite everything, I smiled.<\/p>\n
She squeezed my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome back.\u201d<\/p>\n
I put the ledger on her lap.<\/p>\n
Her eyes widened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. If Mercer follows me, I don\u2019t want it with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if your mother needs it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe spent twenty-five years without it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped out.<\/p>\n
The path descended through pine trees toward the lake.<\/p>\n
Cold wind moved across the water.<\/p>\n
A porch light glowed ahead.<\/p>\n
The cottage was small, painted dark green, with a screened porch facing the shore.<\/p>\n
I stopped at the bottom of the steps.<\/p>\n
No movement.<\/p>\n
Then the door opened.<\/p>\n
A woman stood in the light.<\/p>\n
Silver hair.<\/p>\n
Thin shoulders.<\/p>\n
One hand gripping the frame.<\/p>\n
The photograph had prepared me and not prepared me at all.<\/p>\n
She looked at my face.<\/p>\n
Her mouth opened.<\/p>\n
Nothing came out.<\/p>\n
I could not move either.<\/p>\n
Twenty-five years of absence had somehow narrowed to fifteen feet of wooden porch.<\/p>\n
Finally she whispered, \u201cGeorge.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was all.<\/p>\n
I climbed the steps.<\/p>\n
She met me halfway.<\/p>\n
For one second we stood uncertainly, strangers carrying a relationship neither of us had been allowed to live.<\/p>\n
Then she touched my cheek.<\/p>\n
Her hand shook.<\/p>\n
I broke.<\/p>\n
There was no graceful version of it.<\/p>\n
I put my arms around her and felt her hold me with a strength that surprised me. I cried into the shoulder of a woman I had spent my life believing was buried somewhere.<\/p>\n
She kept saying my name.<\/p>\n
Not explanations.<\/p>\n
Not apologies.<\/p>\n
Just my name.<\/p>\n
Eventually we sat inside.<\/p>\n
The cottage contained almost nothing personal. Two mugs. A coat. A stack of newspapers. A small suitcase already packed beside the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were leaving again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Mercer found you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe found Bellweather.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClara said someone sent you my photograph.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elizabeth closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI had watched you from a distance before.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words startled me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree times.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou saw me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour high school graduation.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAcross the field.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered hundreds of faces.<\/p>\n
None hers.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnother time?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen you were nineteen. You worked at that hardware store.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed from disbelief.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou came there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI parked across the street.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the third?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father\u2019s funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOutside.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClara was inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you come to me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face folded.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Daniel Mercer was there.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned away.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe hugged me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me Dad loved me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw that too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anger rose with grief.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were thirty yards away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you left.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I saw Jonas.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cJonas was at the funeral?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn a car across the street.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe says Mercer had him watched.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut now you trust him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI trust guilt more than loyalty.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you tell me to come alone?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I needed to know whether anyone followed you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna and Clara are half a mile away.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elizabeth\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cClara came?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time she smiled.<\/p>\n
It transformed her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe never listens.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently none of you do.\u201d<\/p>\n
The smile vanished slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cGeorge, you cannot stay here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI just found you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am not leaving after ten minutes because someone scares you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel is not trying to scare me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does he want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe material Jonas kept.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward the packed suitcase.<\/p>\n
\u201cSafe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat proves?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPayments, instructions, recordings. Enough to connect Mercer to the cover-up after Linden Street and to other coercion afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough for murder?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot Samuel Price\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you think Mercer killed him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think Samuel told me his brakes had been serviced one week before he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
I absorbed that.<\/p>\n
\u201cMartin\u2019s been kidnapped.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face went white.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMercer has him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I explained the video call.<\/p>\n
Elizabeth pressed both hands over her mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told Martin to disappear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe stayed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe always waited until courage was least useful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat seems common around here.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me sharply.<\/p>\n
I regretted it only slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You have earned anger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what I\u2019ve earned.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou earned better than what we gave you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence hurt because Dad could no longer hear it.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he ever try to find you for the right reasons?\u201d<\/p>\n
Elizabeth looked toward the lake.<\/p>\n
\u201cNear the end.\u201d<\/p>\n
My breathing slowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMartin said Dad spent his last year looking for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you answer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought it was another trap.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Richard sent me something only he and I understood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
She stood and opened a drawer.<\/p>\n
Inside lay a small folded card.<\/p>\n
She handed it to me.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
One sentence.<\/p>\n
THE MOON IS STILL CROOKED.<\/p>\n
I thought of the blue mark beneath the stairs.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told you the ledger was still there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo apology?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo explanation?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was Richard.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe could reduce twenty-five years of guilt to five words and convince himself silence made them dignified.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
That sounded like him too.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you forgive him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer came without hesitation.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you hate him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd later?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understood him more.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like forgiveness.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
She sat opposite me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father loved you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I flinched.<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone keeps saying that as though it clears something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt clears nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why say it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause truth does not become cleaner just because we need villains to stay simple.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her own letter had warned me of this.<\/p>\n
Do not reduce your father to a monster.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe hurt you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe lied about your death.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe kept me from you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe protected Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he loved me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith frightening intensity.\u201d<\/p>\n
I rubbed my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is worse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Outside, something moved near the trees.<\/p>\n
Elizabeth went still.<\/p>\n
A beam of light crossed the window.<\/p>\n
She switched off the lamp.<\/p>\n
\u201cDown.\u201d<\/p>\n
We crouched behind the couch.<\/p>\n
A car door closed outside.<\/p>\n
Then another.<\/p>\n
My phone buzzed.<\/p>\n
Anna.<\/p>\n
I answered silently.<\/p>\n
Her whisper came through.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo vehicles just passed us toward the cottage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re coming.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGeorge\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCall the police. Give them this address.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elizabeth shook her head urgently.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo police yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Mercer has one officer with him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
She pointed toward the window.<\/p>\n
A man crossed through the porch light.<\/p>\n
Uniform.<\/p>\n
Sheriff\u2019s department.<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
Another figure followed.<\/p>\n
Daniel Mercer.<\/p>\n
He stopped at the porch steps.<\/p>\n
\u201cElizabeth.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
Mercer called again.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know George is with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She whispered, \u201cHe followed Jonas.\u201d<\/p>\n
A third figure appeared.<\/p>\n
The man from my house.<\/p>\n
Mercer spoke through the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have something that belongs to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elizabeth looked at me.<\/p>\n
I whispered, \u201cThe records?\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
Mercer called from outside.<\/p>\n
\u201cGeorge deserves to know why Richard protected you all those years.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
Fear, but not of him entering.<\/p>\n
Fear of what he might say.<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does he mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
She said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled.<\/p>\n
Mercer\u2019s voice came again through the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cAsk her who gave Richard the first set of account numbers.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at Elizabeth.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is he talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked away.<\/p>\n
The silence answered before she did.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI made a mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat mistake?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought I was exposing corruption.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
Elizabeth forced herself to continue.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe accounts Richard first used were not discovered by him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Outside, Mercer laughed softly.<\/p>\n
She whispered the rest.<\/p>\n
\u201cI gave them to him.\u201d<\/p>\n
The entire history shifted again.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou helped Dad take the money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first, I believed the money had been stolen from my family by my own father. I wanted proof.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you gave Dad access.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he kept taking it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Mercer got involved.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMeaning this started with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face collapsed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI opened the door.\u201d<\/p>\n
A violent blow struck the front entrance.<\/p>\n
The lock cracked.<\/p>\n
Elizabeth grabbed my wrist.<\/p>\n
\u201cGeorge, there is something else you need to know before they come inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another blow.<\/p>\n
Wood splintered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe ledger is important, but Mercer did not follow you here for the ledger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe original Linden recording.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart pounded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho does?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another blow shook the door.<\/p>\n
Elizabeth\u2019s grip tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Anna gave it to you twelve years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna never gave me anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe birthday present.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe locket?\u201d<\/p>\n
Elizabeth shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe chain.\u201d<\/p>\n
Outside, the lock gave way.<\/p>\n
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