Chapter 29As soon as Trey was gone, Jamie rested the scroll on the tatami in front of her father’s urn. She pulled a blanket over herself and began reading, unrolling one side and rolling up the other. In elegant handwriting it read:
“To my wonderful, beautiful, intelligent daughter, Jamie. If I’m right beside you as you read this, you’ll know what a silly old man I am. But if you’re reading this and I’m not in the next room or even in the same city, it means I’m dead. I’ve been followed for months now. If you’re reading this without me, you’ll be in danger too. So, skip this first bit about my life—too much melodrama anyway—and go to the section near the end titled, ‘To my pickle.’ It’ll tell you what to do. I love you and always have and always will, more than you could ever know. Go to
