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

and took down the mahogany box, blowing a thin layer of gray dust from the polished wood.

Inside was the silver rollerball pen Douglas had handed me, the one with the fine tip that had cost him his brother’s trust.

I set the pen on the desk and reached into my pocket for the small brass key.

I unlocked the bottom drawer of the desk, the brass lock turning continue reading …