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“But you weren’t around then,” Nora says.
“Uncle Mario was, and he taught me everything.”
Nate pulls me a little closer to his side.
“So, why would someone in our family want a forgery to look bad?” he asks. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Keep someone off our trail? Make it look like it was the Ramsays when it wasn’t? I don’t know, boss. I only got guesses here.”
“That’s all we have left. We’ve exhausted all the possibilities here in town.” Nate looks at me and huffs out a breath. “There is a reason Roland had Sofia go to Accident, and the only way we’re going to figure this out is to do a little digging.”
“We also have an address to investigate.” Threes pulls out a small piece of paper with some writing on it from a file folder next to him. “You’re right there. You could go check it out today.”
“I still think it’s a PO Box,” Antony replies.
“You’ll need a key for that,” Threes says.
“Could be a key in Cherry’s house for all we know,” Antony says.
“Cherry, do you know if there’s a key to a PO box around here?” Nate asks.
“Maybe. There are a bunch of keys on a ring at the store.”
“There could be more paperwork, too,” Threes says.
“I’ve been through an awful lot of Aunt Ginny’s papers, but now that I know what to look for, I might find something else.”
“Let us check things out here,” Nate says. “We’ll call you all tomorrow with what we find.”
Nate ends the call.
“We will get to the bottom of it,” he says as he tightens his grip on my hand. “It’s still early enough, and we can start right now.”
“All right.”
“Where shall we begin?” Nate asks.
“I have no idea.”
“Did your aunt have any close friends with more information or maybe frequent visitors?”
“Not really. She had a lot of friendly acquaintances but no one she was very close to. No one ever came to visit us from outside of town except that once.”
“You mean Roland Ramsay,” he says, and I nod. “How old were you?”
“About ten, I think. I remember it vividly because it was Christmas time, and we never had visitors from out of town before.”
“Do you think you might have any pictures from then?”
“Of Roland or of me?”
“Either. Both.”
“Certainly not of him. There are a few pictures, I’m sure, though Aunt Ginny wasn’t really into keeping photos around. She never had albums full of them or anything, and she hated the very idea of a smart phone. I had to beg and plead to get one when I was in high school.”
“I suppose that makes sense. She was trying to keep you a secret, and cell phones track you. Letters, maybe? Lots of
people, especially older ones, hold on to their letters.”
