Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

but his gaze skipped entirely over the yellow ceramic mug.

He knew what was hidden in this room, or at least, he knew what he wanted to keep me from finding.

“Julian,” I said, “why did you really change the security code on the wall safe?”

He froze for a second, the dish towel draped over his forearm. He did not look at me.

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