Then he began.
“If anything happens to me under suspicious circumstances, I request that all evidence currently stored in Safety Deposit Box 441 be delivered immediately to my attorney.”
A murmur swept through the church.
Evan’s face lost every trace of color.
The lawyer continued.
“The key to that box is hidden inside the blue music box my mother gave me when I was twelve years old.”
My heart nearly stopped.
I knew that music box.
It was still sitting in Emma’s bedroom.
Untouched.
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