“The Red Will is here,” Alisa confirmed. She turned to Oren. “How much company did we have today?” she asked. Bycompany, she meantpaparazzi. And bywe, she meantme.
“It’s tapered off a little,” Oren reported. “But odds are good that they’ll be piled outside the door by the time we leave.”
If we ended the day without at least one headline that said something along the lines ofWorld’s Richest Teenager Lawyers Up, I’d eat a pair of Libby’s new boots.
On the third floor, we passed through another security checkpoint, and then, finally, Alisa led me to a corner office. The room was furnished but otherwise empty, with one exception. Sitting in the middle of a heavy mahogany desk was the will. By the time I saw it, Oren had taken up position outside the door. Alisa made no move to follow me when I approached the desk. As I got closer, the type jumped out at me.
Red.
“My father was instructed to keep this copy here and show it to you—or the boys—if one of you came looking,” Alisa said.
I looked back at her. “Instructed,” I repeated. “By Tobias Hawthorne?”
“Naturally.”
“Did you tell Nash?” I asked.
A cool mask settled over her face. “I don’t tell Nash anything anymore.” She gave me her most austere look. “If that’s all, I’ll leave you to it.”
Alisa never even asked whatitwas. I waited until I heard the door close behind her before I went to sit at the desk. I retrieved the film from my pocket. “Where there’s a will…,” I murmured, laying the square flat on the will’s first page. “There’s a way.”
I moved the red acetate over the paper, and the words beneath it disappeared.Red text. Red film.It worked exactly as Jameson and Grayson had described. If the entire will was written in red, all this was going to do was make everything disappear. But if, layered underneath the red text, there was another color, then anything written in that color would remain visible.
I made it past Tobias Hawthorne’s initial bequests to the Laughlins, to Oren, to his mother-in-law.Nothing.I got to the bit about Zara and Skye, and as I skimmed the red film over the words, they disappeared. I glanced down at the next sentence.
To my grandsons, Nash Westbrook Hawthorne, Grayson Davenport Hawthorne, Jameson Winchester Hawthorne, and Alexander Blackwood Hawthorne…
As I ran the film over the page, the words disappeared—but not all of them. Four remained.
Westbrook.
Davenport.
Winchester.
Blackwood.
For the first time, I thought about the fact that all four of Skye’s sons bore her last name, their grandfather’s last name.Hawthorne.Each of the boys’ middle names was also a surname.Their fathers’ last names?I wondered. As my brain wrapped itself around that, I made my way through the rest of the document. Part of me expected to see something when I hit my own name, but it disappeared, just like the rest of the text—everything except for the Hawthorne grandsons’ middle names.
“Westbrook. Winchester. Davenport. Blackwood.” I said them out loud, committed them to memory.
And then I texted Jameson—and wondered if he would text Grayson.
CHAPTER 37
Whoa there, kid. Where’s the fire?”
I was back at Hawthorne House and headed to meet Jameson when another Hawthorne brother stopped me in my tracks.Nash.
“Avery just came from reading a special copy of the will,” Alisa said behind me.So much for her not telling her ex anything anymore.
“A special copy of the will.” Nash slid his gaze to me. “Would I be correct in assuming this has something to do with the gobbledygook in my letter from the old man?”
“Your letter,” I repeated, my brain whirring. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Tobias Hawthorne had left Grayson and Jameson with identical clues.Nash, too—and probably Xander.
“Don’t worry,” Nash drawled. “I’m sitting this one out. I told you, I don’t want the money.”
“The money is not at stake here,” Alisa said firmly. “The will—”
