CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Joe was waiting for Lizzie at Frank’s house when she pulled into the drive on Thursday. “Morning,” she called out.
“Hi, kiddo,” he said, then sighed. “Last room to go, huh?”
“Yep.”
“Figured out what you’re gonna do with the place?”
She wound her hair into a ponytail so it would be out of the way. “Not yet.” Then, “Joe, you okay? You look distracted.”
“Lot going on right now,” he confided. “Can’t say much, active investigation, but it seems two of my cases are connected, just gotta figure out how.”
“Wow,” Lizzie replied. “Good luck with that.” They walked into Frank’s office and took in all the stacks and boxes.
“Did your dad ever throw anything away?”
“Looking at all this, I’d say no.”
“Where do you want to start?”
“Well,” she paused, thinking. “I will start wi
