A structure called the "Glass House" turned out to be something else entirely. Moving north along the coast, guided by numbers from the ring, Elara led Silas - half conscious, battling waves of fever - three miles past the Vine property. Tucked beyond tangled vines and a broken metal fence stood an old boathouse, left behind when factories shut down.
"Here?" Silas rasped, leaning his weight against a rotting cedar post. "Your father... always did have a flair for the... inconspicuous."
"He said the best place to hide a diamond is in a pile of glass," Elara murmured.
The heavy steel door stood ahead of her. Smooth, unbroken - just a sheet of toughened acrylic where a lock should have been. This wasn’t new to her. Her hand moved without waiting, placing the Ring Key flat against the surfa
