Chapter 58
Richard startled so badly he dropped the wooden box. As soon as he’d opened the box he knew he shouldn’t, he’d heard Casey calling his name. He whirled around. A perfume bottle, a necklace charm, and a bracelet scattered on the carpeted floor, having spilled out of the opened box. He gathered them and put them back into the box. He must have imagined Casey’s voice.
“Richard,” she gently called again.
“Holy sweet Jesus Christ!” he exclaimed. He put the box on the dressing table and scanned the room. “I don’t expect to see you because you vanished right in front of me, Casey. But I can hear you now. Does that mean you aren’t dead?”
“Richard.”
“Yes, you’ve called me three times, and I heard you each time. Can you tell me what’s going on?”
“You’re not supposed to open that box
