The keys slid an inch and stopped against the metal grommet.

“You left these in my desk drawer,” I said.

Arthur looked at the silver ring.

His hand moved toward his pocket, then stopped, his fingers curling into his palm.

“Those are the keys to the workshop behind the house,” I said.

“The keys you told me I would need if I ever wanted to come home.”

Cole leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the brass.

“This is an item of personal property.