the entrance before Jonah could stop me.
The door was unlocked.
Inside, I found my brother sitting on a chair, his wrists tied loosely in front of him. He looked frightened but unharmed.
I rushed to him and untied the rope.
“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”
He shook his head.
“They told me you were in danger. They said I had to bring you here.”
“Who told you that?”
He pointed toward the staircase.
A man stepped into the light.
Daniel.
Jonah’s cousin smiled as if we were
attending a family dinner instead of standing inside an abandoned building.
“Jonah. You really should have stayed in prison.”
Jonah moved in front of me.
“You’ve had three years to run. Why are you still here?”
Daniel laughed.
“Because you still don’t understand what your father left behind.”
He turned toward me.
“But perhaps your wife does.”
I tightened my grip on my brother’s hand.
“What do you want from me?”
“The key.”
I instinctively touched my pocket.
Daniel’s smile widened.
“Your mother was clever. She knew I would search
