The safe-deposit key opens a box at Hollow Creek National Bank on Clement Street.
I know this because Eli left the branch code on the tag, written so small I had to squint to read it — the kind of detail that says he thought someone might find this eventually, but wanted to make sure that someone would have to look closely enough to prove they were paying attention.
He always did things like that. Left breadcrumbs that looked like accidents.
The federal agents won't let me go to the bank alone. They won't let Cain come with me at all. Those are the terms, and I accept them, because I'm so tired I can barely carry myself and arguing feels like a luxury I can't afford.
Cain doesn't fight it. He just stands outside the airport at seven-twenty in the morning with Rosa beside him — the two
