CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Riley felt her heart quicken as she hurried out of the enormous closet to meet Bill. He was standing in the bedroom doorway, holding something in his hand.
“What have you got?” she asked.
“This,” Bill said. “I checked the rest of the room, but it’s been polished clean. No prints.”
He handed her a simple ashtray made of blue-gray glass. In its bottom was the silver image of a man holding a spear in one raised hand. She recognized the Roman god Vulcan, but she was puzzled by the circle of scantily clad women dancing around the silver man.
“Where did you find it?” she asked.
“In plain sight,” Bill said, smiling. “Sitting on a dresser right beside a Fabergé egg.”
Morgan had come out of her wardrobe closet and was standing beside Riley. Her expression was puzzled as
