I looked down at the page again, where Daniel had drawn a box around the last paragraph.

In bold letters he’d written that he’d hidden the original deposit ledgers in the bank vault before he drove out to the lake to pack his tackle.

A sharp crack rang out in the woods just past the shed’s wooden wall, like a heavy shoe coming down hard on a dry oak branch.

Sophie went rigid, her eyes darting to the closed cedar door.

“Did you hear that?”