Chapter Thirty-Five
“Wow!” Logan Du Rose said, with genuine appreciation. Will rolled his wheelchair back and forth a couple of inches in anticipation, as though the big wheels were unable to contain his excitement. Logan touched the large jade club with a forefinger, feeling the smoothness under his skin. It had been polished until it reflected the light like a mirror. He hefted it in his hand as though about to wield it in anger, looking like a Māori warrior of old.
Displayed around the enormous table were the artifacts, no longer just items in a rotting box, but beautiful treasures, shining and clean. Free from mildew and silverfish, the photographs beamed out of new or repaired frames, the sepia faces alive and real.
Logan stood for a long moment over a wooden framed, black and whit
