Chapter Twenty
All four heads loomed over the diary. The leather casing gleamed a beautiful glossy black. Aileen’s fingers trembled to touch it, just to feel the softness under her skin.
The gold letters ‘DD’ cut through the fabric, stark against the backdrop.
‘How old do you reckon it is?’ she whispered.
Carpenter waved her hands. ‘In my experience, I would say not more than fifty years.’
It mightn’t be an original version of the Magna Carta, but Aileen still gasped in awe. ‘It’s so thrilling!’
Callan placed the diary gently on the stand, displacing the directory that had led them to it. With deft fingers, he opened the cover and they all leaned in, until their heads blocked the light.
Inside, where they’d thought there would be a name, they found the same letters – ‘DD’ – written
