house wasn’t the only thing your grandfather left us.”
I felt the old mystery opening again.
Dad unfolded the hand-drawn map across Derek’s workbench.
A circle had been drawn around a property on the northern edge of Carmona.
I recognized the road.
What I did not recognize was the name written beneath it.
RUIZ BROTHERS WORKSHOP — FOR THE DAY THEY ARE READY.
I looked at Derek.
He looked just as confused as I was.
Dad touched the faded ink.
Then he said the sentence that changed the question we had
