CHAPTER THREE
As I drove to meet Harold at his shop, I chuckled at the memory of Mandy and Justin’s eyes when I told them I had a meeting to authenticate the Navaho blanket and that there was a strong possibility it was worth a lot of money. We all saw dollar signs, especially Justin, since I owe him roughly three thousand dollars. I was also surprised Harold was able to meet with me only a few days after we first spoke and I couldn’t wait to get there. I hoped I wouldn’t be disappointed.
I pulled into the Beaver Creek Crossroads Antiques parking lot off the National Pike and found a spot close to the entrance. I grabbed the box and walked through the alarmed doors and scared myself when I spotted an Indian Chief mannequin wearing sunglasses sitting on the hall bench. Who would do someth
