Julia
Thursday afternoon I was in the library refreshing my memory on my research of Wade. I'd told Van I would wait until I could claim my shares, but I needed to stay busy. It seemed that our stay in Chicago had created some backlog for Van at his office. Since Monday morning he was off early and home after the sun set.
Wandering around the big house even with the new security had my nerves stretched taut. While I assumed it was the new security system, I couldn't shake the sense that I was being watched. I'd even check the app to see myself as a heat bubble on the floor plan. Earlier in the morning, I'd gone up to the third floor. While I'd entered the large room with the paintings weeks ago, now the door was locked.
I ran my fingers over the doorframe searching for a key and found
