The hidden basement changed everything and nobody in the clubhouse was pretending otherwise.
For two days the conversation had revolved around the same thing. The photos, the symbol, asset seven, my father and California.
And now the basement that apparently existed beneath my childhood home. The basement nobody had known about. Or at least nobody admitted knowing about.
I stood under the shower that morning and let hot water run over my shoulders while my thoughts spun in circles.
Every answer seemed to create five new questions and every clue pushed us back toward California.
Toward the house. Toward whatever had been hidden underneath it.
By the time I finished getting dressed and walked downstairs the clubhouse was already packed.
Blade sat at the head of the table and Ca
