Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

of the deed. The figure was written in plain black ink: fifty thousand dollars.

“The buyer’s signature is completely smudged,” I said, pointing to the dark, blurred ink at the bottom of the page. “You cannot read the name of the purchasing company at all.”

Richard quickly pulled the paper back across the desk and slid it into a yellow folder. “That is continue reading …