Chapter 53Ida and I spent the next twenty minutes going through the letters, starting with the Hotel Ritz letters and working our way backwards. By the time we got to the Rawlins' letter, neither of us had noticed anything new or anything that referred to an item of any sort. I handed her the diary. “This is kind of a mess. His writing is discombobulated, and most of his drawings don't have any context to them, so we've just been guessing at what it all means. But have a look, see if anything stands out.”
I wandered into the kitchen, where everyone else was congregated, grabbed a beer, and said, “I think I should call Melaney. She might know what Heinrich is looking for.”
“Why would she tell you, though?” Eric asked.
I shrugged. “She might not, and she might not even know what he's look
