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Griffin said, confiding now, man-to-man, “I think it’s time to add your own thoughts to this mystery, sir. Rebekah, tell your husband about Nate Elderby.”
Manvers cocked an eyebrow. “Nate Elderby?”
“I was very little when Nate died, and honestly I don’t remember him, even though he must have been around a lot. Rich, do you remember what happened?”
“The police ruled Elderby was drinking, fell overboard, and drowned. Why the interest now?”
Rebekah said, “I’m not sure. It’s sort of like a blank canvas I’m trying to fill in. Rich, after those two men tried to kidnap me, I wanted to do something, to help somehow. That’s why I’m showing Agent Hammersmith my grandfather’s letters. I hoped we might find something.” She shrugged. “But probably not.”
Griffin said, “Do you know of any trouble between the two men back in the nineties? Any idea what her grandfather meant by Nate not being lucky?”
Manvers said, “No, I don’t remember his ever talking about Nate with me, but it’s possible I’ve forgotten. It was a long time ago.” He looked down at his wife and lightly kissed her cheek. “Believe me, sweetheart, after you told me about your séance with Zoltan, I’ve given your grandfather a lot of thought. I honestly don’t know if this Big Take was real, but maybe when your grandfather wrote that Nate wasn’t lucky, he was referring to this Big Take. Maybe they were partners but then Elderby drowned, leaving your grandfather with the prize, whatever it was. Would that make sense?”
Rebekah shook her head. She pulled away from her husband and began to pace the bedroom. She paused a moment to straighten an impressionist painting of a field of lavender, a painting she’d selected herself. She looked from Griffin to her husband. “I remember clearly that Grandfather was devastated when Nate died. Even as young as I was, I remember him crying. Could the two of them have stolen a huge amount of money?”
Manvers said, “I trust not, but all we can do now, Rebekah, is to keep you safe until the authorities find out who attacked you.”
Rebekah thought of the poem and her promise to her grandfather. She only nodded.
When Griffin left a few minutes later, Manvers was holding Rebekah, stroking her hair. Griffin heard him say, “I’m so sorry about all this, Rebekah. I know Thursday was terrifying for you. But I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”
Griffin started to call Savich but decided his boss and Cinelli had enough on their plates at the moment. He was surprised when he realized he was driving toward the Savich house in Georgetown, but he didn’t stop. Something was nagging at him. He dialed Sherlock. On the third ring, she said, “Griffin? What time is it? Oh goodness, it’s not all that late. I was wiped out and went to bed early, out like a light. What’s up?”
He felt foolish and guilty for waking her. Nothing was wrong. “Sorry I woke you, but with Savich gone, I guess I wanted to check in with you, make sure everything was all right. I’m close by if there’s anything you need.”
She laughed. “I’m fine without Dillon for a night. Hey, maybe even two nights.” She paused, and he could picture her smiling into her cell phone. “I’m okay, Griffin. Thank you for checking.”
In that instant, he heard a sound blast, a loud whoosh, like a giant grill lighting. He knew that sound. “Sherlock, there’s a fire starting at your house. Get out now! I’m calling 911. I’ll be there as fast as I can. Go!”
