EIGHT
THE NEXT DAY, WHILE Danny did his work thing, Tess stayed in the trailer trying to figure out the puzzle. Seated in the dinette with papers spread out in front of her, she didn’t even look up when the door opened and bumped shut without the latch clicking in.
Danny passed the dinette to go to the fridge. “You been at that all day?” he asked, retrieving a beer. “Whatcha doing anyway?”
“Writing down everything I can remember from the letters.”
Most of the information was committed to paper when she first sat down. Still, throughout the day, as anything came to mind, she quickly added it to the list.
“Why not go home and get ‘em?”
“Someone took them from the house,” she said, sitting back with her notebook in hand. “I can’t remember reading anything about Greek mythology in the le
