Dean hadn’t forced the lock that night.

He’d let himself into the shed with Daniel’s stolen master key ring.

I slid the copper box into my coat pocket and went back to the car.

Sophie turned off the dashboard screen the moment I opened the passenger door.

“Did you get it?” she asked.

“I found what your father left for us,” I said.

By ten o’clock the big oak table in Vance’s home office was covered with photocopied bank ledgers, tax deeds and three handwritten timeline sheets I’d worked on until dawn.

Vance adjusted his rimless reading glasses before flipping over the second ledger page.