Then Gideon suddenly touched Rosalie’s arm.
He was looking beyond her.
At a cabinet.
An old mahogany medical cabinet against the wall.
He pointed toward its upper shelf.
Rosalie saw nothing unusual.
Gideon walked toward it.
Silas moved instantly.
“Don’t touch that.”
Too fast.
Too frightened.
Gideon stopped.
Rosalie looked at the cabinet again.
A locked drawer sat beneath rows of cloudy medicine bottles.
Gideon pulled the old receipt from Rosalie’s hand and pointed to the bottom corner.
There, almost invisible beneath the faded ink, was a notation.
Ledger 4 — Rook.
Rosalie looked at the cabinet.
Four brass-numbered drawers.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
“Records burned?” she asked.
Silas’s face hardened.
Rosalie walked toward drawer four.
Her father seized her wrist.
Gideon moved.
So did Merrick.
“Father, don’t.”
Silas released her.
Rosalie stared at her brother.
Merrick’s face had gone pale.
“You know what’s in there too.”
“No.”
“Then why are
