A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

fifteen years.

“You are looking for problems where none exist, Lily,” he said, turning his watch dial once more.

“Who is the appraiser?” I asked.

“Kara,” he said, his tone perfectly light. “The girl who did the valuation on the Oak Street listing last month. You met her at the office supply store, remember?”

I remembered the brief meeting, the way the continue reading …