Chapter Twenty-One
For a long moment, I stared at the object in my hand as if I could will it to convey whatever information Miriam wanted me to have. My powers unfortunately didn’t work that way. I didn’t have a telepathic connection to the dead.
“Is that what I think it is?” Olive asked.
I nodded. “It has to be, right? Miriam’s been sending me one vision after another, then she led me to her purse so I would find her house key. There must be something in her house she wants me to find before it’s sold.”
“Hold on, hold on,” Olive said. “Let’s not jump to any conclusions. We don’t know that’s Miriam’s house key. It could go to a garden shed or a pool house or Deborah’s apartment or her neighbor who asked her to water the plants.”
“There’s only one way to find out. If this key opens an
