The car remained motionless beneath the streetlamp.<\/p>\n
No interior light. No open door. Just a dark sedan idling at the curb while its headlights poured two pale rectangles across our living-room wall.<\/p>\n
Gregory moved first.<\/p>\n
He switched off the lamp beside the sofa and pulled the curtain closed with one sharp motion.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire, take Toby upstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
His head turned toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone just photographed us through our front door.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly. Which means I\u2019m not going upstairs without knowing what\u2019s happening.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila stood beside the dining table, one hand clenched around the sapphire pendant. The confidence she had shown on the porch had disappeared. She looked younger now, almost frightened enough to run.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you recognize the car?\u201d I asked her.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn\u2019t what I asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cI recognize the kind of person who would sit outside instead of coming in.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory stepped closer to her. \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila swallowed. \u201cSomeone who wants us afraid enough to stop asking questions.\u201d<\/p>\n
The car rolled forward several feet.<\/p>\n
Then stopped again.<\/p>\n
Gregory took his phone from his pocket.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m calling the police.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila grabbed his wrist.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at her hand until she released him.<\/p>\n
\u201cGive me one good reason.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause whoever is out there may leave before they arrive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not a reason.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd because we still don\u2019t know who inside the police department was involved.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt something in me go still.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat police department?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one connected to Eleanor\u2019s disappearance.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory lowered the phone but did not put it away.<\/p>\n
\u201cExplain.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila glanced toward the kitchen where Toby was still coloring. \u201cNot where he can hear.\u201d<\/p>\n
I went to my son.<\/p>\n
He had covered nearly an entire page in green crayon.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re going upstairs for a little while.\u201d<\/p>\n
He frowned. \u201cYou said you weren\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Children noticed contradictions with terrifying efficiency.<\/p>\n
\u201cI changed my mind.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs the car bad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs the bakery lady staying?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor a little while.\u201d<\/p>\n
He considered that, then held up his picture. \u201cCan I bring dinosaurs?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I took him upstairs, settled him in his room with a movie, and made him promise not to come downstairs until I called him.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I have cookies?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo.\u201d<\/p>\n
His grin returned for the first time since Lila arrived.<\/p>\n
When I came back downstairs, the sedan was gone.<\/p>\n
Gregory stood at the window watching the empty curb.<\/p>\n
\u201cLicense plate?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCovered.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCovered?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething was taped across it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila closed her eyes briefly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat means they wanted us to see them.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho are \u2018they\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at the documents spread across the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy family called them protectors.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory gave a humorless laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cProtecting whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDepends which generation you ask.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pulled out a chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cSit down.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila did.<\/p>\n
\u201cStart with Eleanor.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Hartwells had money once. Not enormous money, but enough that people in the town where they lived knew the name. Property, a small manufacturing company, local political connections.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory leaned against the wall.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWestbrook.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew the town. Everyone in the state did. It was less than two hours away, though I had never had a reason to visit.<\/p>\n
Lila continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret Hartwell was one of three daughters. Evelyn was the youngest.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said that girl in the photograph was Margaret.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Evelyn?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe older girl beside her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t fit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt does if you understand the dates were altered.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila pulled out another photograph.<\/p>\n
On the back, someone had written 1989.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe real date was 1969.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory stared at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father changed twenty years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause if anyone later compared the photos to the birth records, the ages wouldn\u2019t match.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the two girls.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Margaret grew up and had Eleanor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Evelyn was Gregory\u2019s mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat makes Eleanor\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila glanced at Gregory.<\/p>\n
\u201cHis cousin.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory absorbed that without speaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd your relationship?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother was Eleanor.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went silent.<\/p>\n
I looked at the photograph of the six-year-old girl beneath the tree.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat child?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said Eleanor disappeared from the hospital as an infant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd was raised under another name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Gregory.<\/p>\n
He shook his head. The name meant nothing to him.<\/p>\n
Lila continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother did not learn she was born Eleanor Hartwell until she was thirty-eight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA woman contacted her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words hit me harder than I expected.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother found Eleanor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot exactly. She helped confirm who she was.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat very still.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did my mother even know?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she was working at the hospital the night Eleanor vanished.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother was nineteen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEighteen. She was a trainee.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat hospital never appeared on any r\u00e9sum\u00e9 or employment record I saw.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she left less than a month later.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila placed another document on the table.<\/p>\n
It was an old photocopied staff list.<\/p>\n
Halfway down the page was my mother\u2019s maiden name.<\/p>\n
I touched it.<\/p>\n
Seeing her name made the whole story suddenly less abstract.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe saw something?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo men carrying an infant through a service corridor shortly after midnight.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory pulled out a chair and sat.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe recognized the baby?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. She didn\u2019t know a child had disappeared until the next morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo why didn\u2019t she tell anyone?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA supervisor first. Then police.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about the anonymous warning.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHer statement disappeared.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDocuments don\u2019t just disappear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome do when the officer taking the statement is related to the family paying him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory swore softly.<\/p>\n
I asked, \u201cWhich family?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Whitmores.\u201d<\/p>\n
The name meant nothing to me.<\/p>\n
Lila seemed to expect that.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey owned the company competing with the Hartwells. The families were involved in a lawsuit over patents, land, and contracts. It lasted years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd kidnapping a baby helped them how?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t about the lawsuit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what was it about?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila folded her hands together.<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret Hartwell was unmarried when Eleanor was born.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe father was Daniel Whitmore.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory understood first.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe families were enemies.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the baby connected them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat still doesn\u2019t explain taking her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel wanted custody.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy kidnapping?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel\u2019s father wanted the child gone entirely.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cGone meaning dead?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what Margaret believed for most of her life.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat actually happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel arranged for Eleanor to be taken and placed with another family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWithout Margaret\u2019s knowledge.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he told everyone she died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory looked at Lila.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t your mother remember any of this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was an infant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot the abduction. Her later childhood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause the Mercers raised her as their biological daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWere they involved?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey claimed they thought the adoption was legal.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of the birth records.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo someone forged documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeveral people.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHospital staff?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPolice?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLawyers?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt least one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Gregory\u2019s father?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father was involved in taking Eleanor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot originally. He was too young.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen later?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe helped bury what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory stood suddenly and walked toward the kitchen.<\/p>\n
For a moment I thought he would leave the room.<\/p>\n
Instead he placed both hands on the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me my mother died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila\u2019s voice softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Evelyn learned the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen your mother began searching for Eleanor.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something shifted in his expression.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wasn\u2019t protecting me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was protecting himself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPartly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila looked at me, then back at Gregory.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn discovered your father had been paid to intimidate Margaret.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words landed hard.<\/p>\n
Gregory remained absolutely still.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYears after Eleanor vanished. Margaret never stopped believing her daughter might be alive. Your father worked for a private security company used by the Whitmores.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father was an accountant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLater.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory looked like he had been struck.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe lied about everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot everything,\u201d Lila said. \u201cBut enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
I asked, \u201cWhat happened to Evelyn?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe found Anna Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. My mother. Eleanor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe followed financial records connected to the Mercers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe contacted her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory\u2019s voice had become flat.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas Evelyn killed?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said she was dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said your father told you she was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs she alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory stared at her.<\/p>\n
For the first time, anger overwhelmed his caution.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou came into my house for months. You photographed my family. You stole from my wife. You met me at work. You let me believe you knew what happened to my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was trying to find out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said someone in your family knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy grandmother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said Margaret was Eleanor\u2019s mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was. But I called the woman who raised my mother my grandmother too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJudith Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
That distinction mattered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does Judith know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMore than she admitted while my mother was alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
I caught the phrase.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhile your mother was alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did Eleanor die?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCar accident.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEleven months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory and I exchanged a look.<\/p>\n
Just before strange things began happening in our house.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think it wasn\u2019t an accident,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know it wasn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she called me thirty minutes before she died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila\u2019s eyes had become wet.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said she finally had proof. She told me if anything happened to her, I should find Claire Bennett.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hearing my full name from her made my skin tighten.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wouldn\u2019t say.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said, \u2018Claire\u2019s mother kept the piece Evelyn couldn\u2019t.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
I tried to understand.<\/p>\n
\u201cA piece of what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory\u2019s attention moved to my mother\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe evidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother died six years ago. If she had something important enough to hide for decades, where would she keep it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila looked toward the photograph of my mother holding me outside the hospital.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s why I searched your house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could have asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know whether you were part of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPart of what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe cover-up.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou thought I was protecting people I had never heard of?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI had photographs showing your mother with Evelyn. Then I found pictures of you taken over many years. I didn\u2019t know whether someone was watching you because you were dangerous or because you were in danger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow I think someone has been watching you to make sure your mother never passed the evidence to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory returned to the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was stolen from Claire\u2019s mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila touched the old letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing. She stole something from them.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room became completely still.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA ledger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel Whitmore\u2019s father.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cA financial ledger?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNames, payments, dates. Money given to police, hospital staff, lawyers, private investigators.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvidence of Eleanor\u2019s abduction.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAmong other things.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory looked toward the front windows.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd whoever is outside thinks Claire has it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila\u2019s eyes met mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe you do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have been through everything my mother left me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question irritated me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvery box?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvery photograph?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvery item she gave Toby?\u201d<\/p>\n
That stopped me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother knew she might be watched. She wouldn\u2019t leave the ledger somewhere obvious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToby wasn\u2019t even born when she first became afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut she lived long enough to know him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of the things my mother had given him.<\/p>\n
Books.<\/p>\n
Stuffed animals.<\/p>\n
A wooden train.<\/p>\n
A small music box he barely remembered because he had been a toddler.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered something else.<\/p>\n
A blue metal tin.<\/p>\n
My mother had placed old family photographs inside it and told me to save them for Toby.<\/p>\n
I had never gone through every picture.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire?\u201d Gregory asked.<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe attic.\u201d<\/p>\n
We climbed the stairs together.<\/p>\n
Toby called from his room.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I come out?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many cookies?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI already had three.\u201d<\/p>\n
Despite everything, Gregory closed his eyes briefly.<\/p>\n
I almost smiled.<\/p>\n
Almost.<\/p>\n
The attic entrance was in the hallway ceiling. Gregory pulled down the ladder.<\/p>\n
We searched for fifteen minutes before I found the blue tin inside a plastic storage bin.<\/p>\n
My hands shook as I carried it down.<\/p>\n
Lila waited at the table.<\/p>\n
I opened the lid.<\/p>\n
Photographs.<\/p>\n
Birthday cards.<\/p>\n
Receipts.<\/p>\n
Old postcards.<\/p>\n
Nothing resembling a ledger.<\/p>\n
Then Gregory noticed the bottom sat too high.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s space underneath.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned the tin over.<\/p>\n
A false panel had been taped beneath the interior lining.<\/p>\n
I peeled it back.<\/p>\n
Inside was not a ledger.<\/p>\n
It was a key.<\/p>\n
Small.<\/p>\n
Brass.<\/p>\n
Attached to it was a paper tag with three handwritten characters.<\/p>\n
B-17.<\/p>\n
Lila\u2019s chair scraped backward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
She pointed at the key.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother had one just like that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA bank deposit box.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words seemed to pull the air from the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWestbrook Federal.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gregory immediately picked up his keys.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe go tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
We all looked at Lila.<\/p>\n
Her face had become pale again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Westbrook Federal closed twelve years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hope collapsed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen the box is gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe contents were transferred when the bank merged.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo where?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lila reached for her phone.<\/p>\n
Before she could unlock it, something struck the front window.<\/p>\n
Glass exploded inward.<\/p>\n
Gregory shoved me down.<\/p>\n
Lila screamed.<\/p>\n
For half a second nobody moved.<\/p>\n
Then I saw what had landed on the floor.<\/p>\n
Not a bullet.<\/p>\n
A stone.<\/p>\n
Paper was wrapped around it.<\/p>\n
Gregory approached carefully and picked it up.<\/p>\n
One sentence had been printed in black ink.<\/p>\n
THE BOX IS EMPTY. STOP DIGGING.<\/p>\n
Lila looked at the key in my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey know about B-17.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt suddenly certain of something.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen it isn\u2019t empty.\u201d<\/p>\n
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