Chapter 5

The driver saw me at his door and slammed on the brakes.

I waited for the truck to stop, then pointed through the rear window. “That cedar chest belongs to me. Take it out.”

Ryan rushed over. “Daniel hired you. Keep driving.”

The driver looked toward the house. Guests had come out onto the terrace, and Daniel stood among them with the microphone still in his hand.

“Daniel,” I said, “tell him to unload it.”

Daniel looked from me to the watching guests. “Unload the chest,” he told the driver.

Two movers brought it down. I checked the carved initials…