I stared at the brass key sitting in the middle of Uncle Will’s desk, and for several seconds, nobody said anything because we were all thinking the same thing.
The key had to mean something.
Jace stood beside me with his arms folded across his chest, while Ethan leaned closer to the desk and studied the tiny piece of brass as though he could somehow make it reveal its secrets.
“Do you recognize it?” Jace asked and I shook my head.
“I have never seen it before, but Uncle Will had hundreds of things I never knew about, so that doesn’t really narrow it down.” I said.
Ethan picked up the key carefully and turned it between his fingers.
“There is a number stamped here.” Ethan said.
I moved closer, and sure enough, there were tiny numbers etched into the metal.
“Seven-fourteen.” I said
