“She leaves Tuesday morning at seven and won’t be back in Oakhaven until Friday night.”

I held the page up to the little glass window in the side of the shed.

Lauren had timed my Columbus trip on purpose, to get the house empty so Frank could take whatever he wanted.

She hadn’t lost ninety thousand dollars on gallery rent or picture-frame stock.

She’d borrowed from private lenders at high interest and used our family home as secret collateral.

Under that note was a copy of the key schedule for my front door lock.