I couldn’t stop crying. Wyatt wept quietly beside me. Chief Briggs looked at the floor to give us privacy.

“There’s something else,” Harvey said. He produced a small brass key with a leather tag.

“What does it open?”

“A safety deposit box Walter rented six months before he died. He left instructions with it. He knew you’d need the truth one day.”

Before I could ask anything more, Chief Briggs stepped forward. “Sorry to interrupt. We have news.”

His face was stunned.