"My hands are shaking, Adrian. This key is for my birthday."
Moira knelt in front of the hidden safe embedded behind a teak panel in her late father's study.
With cold fingers, she turned the combination. A soft click sounded and the steel door opened, releasing the scent of old paper that had been stored away for years.
Aidrian stood alert near the large window, watching the outside corridor through the glass.
"Take what's inside, Moira. The truth won't wait for us any longer."
Moira pulled out a dark brown leather folder. Inside were Andrew MacEvoy's small diary and several pages of unpublished personal investigation reports.
As she read line after line of her father's neat handwriting, her breath caught in her throat.
"This was no accident," she whispered, her voice breaking wi
