Gabe snorted.
“You’re right,” he said. “Let’s see what she left.”
The box was plastic and sealed tight; it took Gabe several long minutes to open it. When he did, he pulled out a well-stuffed envelope, the paper having been opened and closed so many times its wrinkles were soft and fuzzy. He set the box down between his feet and opened the envelope, breathing out loudly, almost with amusement.
“Well, there it is. No jewelry, no money. Just…whatever the hell this is.”
“Papers,” said Ian, peering at the wad Ian had pulled out. Very suddenly he was terrified of this minor adventure ending, of going back to his boring life, their separate ways. “Maybe the next set of clues?”
Gabe shoved the papers back in the envelope and leaned back in the seat.
“You’re right, we should eat. Update Elle
