Chapter 46: A Long-lost LetterCHAPTER 46
A LONG-LOST LETTER
Wilmington—20 Months Ago
I was waiting for Sister Mary Thomas when she walked across the street from the convent. She came, long black robes flowing with each stride, her face gleaming in the morning sun. I couldn’t see her smile, but I pictured it, knew it was there. That gave me comfort.
“Good morning, Sister.”
“Get your car, Nicky. You’re coming with me.”
“Where?”
“To the bank. Bring your briefcase.”
We drove in silence—not quite silence—but small talk all the way to the bank. “What are we doing here?”
“Be patient.”
She took me to a safe-deposit box, opening it once the assistant left us alone. Inside was twenty thousand dollars in cash and a manila envelope, sealed at the top. “What the hell is this?” I asked. “Where
