The dust had not yet settled when Amelia reached for the envelope.
Lucas caught her wrist.
“Wait.”
She looked at him.
“Why?”
“If someone wanted you to find it, we should assume they also expected you to open it.”
Nathan crouched beside the fractured wall, listening to the muffled sounds beyond the collapse. The explosion had sealed the tunnel between them and Victor Kingston. Whether he had escaped or been buried beneath the rubble, none of them could tell.
“We don’t have long,” Nathan said quietly. “That blast will attract everyone.”
Damian’s attention remained fixed on the envelope lying on the stone floor.
“I recognize Edward’s handwriting.”
“So do I,” Amelia replied.
She bent slowly, picked up the envelope, and brushed away the layer of gray dust covering it.
The paper had
