Chapter 34: The Toy Horse
Victor worked the seam of the wooden horse open with careful precision, easing the panel free without cracking the old paint. Inside, tucked into the hollow body, sat a tightly rolled piece of paper and a tiny brass key, far smaller than the one that had opened the bank vault.
"That's not a bank key," Victor said, turning it over in his fingers. "Too small. Looks more like something for a desk drawer, or a locked cabinet."
Adrian unrolled the paper carefully, smoothing it flat against the desk. Daniel's handwriting covered the page in tight, urgent lines, clearly written in haste.
"If you found this," Adrian read aloud, "you're finally asking the right questions."
He continued, his voice growing quieter with each line. Daniel had written that Blackwood was ne
