Arthur pen drawing of hidden animals decided who kept the lake cabin

ballpoints, a few broken rubber bands, and a box of rusted paperclips. My fingers brushed the velvet cloth in my apron pocket that held the small brass key, but I did not touch it.

“Nothing in there works,” Douglas said, stepping closer. He watched my hand navigate the drawer, his eyes sharp and attentive. “Arthur never threw anything away, even when continue reading …