He tried opening one of the vanity’s drawers, but it stuck. After maneuvering it back and forth, and using the knife from his Leatherman tool, he was able to pry it open. As if on cue, an object rolled nonchalantly toward him. Drayco held it up to the light. The detailed etching on the ivory-colored article looked for all the world like one of Randolph Squier’s scrimshaw artifacts. Except this was larger and more detailed, with a fleet of tiny ships on one side and various marine creatures on the other—a humpback whale, a pod of dolphins.
It was hard to believe the scrimshaw piece went overlooked for fifty years. And what was it doing here in the first place? A forgotten gift left behind, or a performer’s good luck charm? He carried the scrimshaw and programs back to the stage, where he s
