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Hours later, as the plane cruised across the Atlantic, Talia’s mind wandered. She was exhausted, but her thoughts wouldn’t settle. Grandpa had to have been killed for a reason. But why?
She heard his voice in her head. Go to America and recover your uncle’s casket. What am I, insane? The thoughts kept coming. I still don’t understand. Even if my uncle’s casket is there, his body isn’t.
But as the thoughts played forward, she sat upright. Does someone want what’s in that casket? She sat back. What could possibly be in there that’s so valuable it would be worth killing grandpa for, killing me for? And if someone wants it so badly, why would they come after me? Wouldn’t I be the most likely person that could get their hands on the casket? I’m family, for God’s sake.
She couldn’t reconc
