The newspaper clipping sat between us on the workbench, and nobody seemed willing to touch it.
I stared at the yellowed paper while Derek stood across from me, because his last statement had changed everything.
The man who owned the property where the money disappeared. The photograph of Uncle Will and Victor. The missing pages from five specific years. None of it felt like a collection of coincidences anymore and Jace leaned closer.
"Read the article again." Jace said.
I nodded and carefully unfolded the clipping. The paper was fragile, so I held it by the edges while I read the faded print.
The headline had originally sounded more dramatic than the actual story, because the article focused on a warehouse fire that had happened decades earlier.
The fire had destroyed an old industri
