“If this woman really is your Celeste’s mother, Celeste is the only one who can open it. Blood rites and all that.”
“Indeed,” I replied, impressed by how thorough Grant had been in his search. I’d had him vetted long before I even considered working with him, but it was always a pleasure when someone came through for me.
“I’ll be in Florida in a few days,” I said. “We can meet there. Bring the items and anything else you’ve learned.”
“Will do.”
“Before you go,” I said, sensing Grant was not a man to linger on the line once business was concluded, “did you find anything regarding Esme Mitchell?”
“Nope,” he grunted. “A few dead ends, but nothing else.”
“Keep looking,” I said. “If anything comes up, let me know. Otherwise, I’ll see you in Tallahassee.”
I hung up and leaned back in my c
