aloud, not expecting any of them to know. Life had certainly stirred up some surprises lately.
“Maybe somebody used the house to deposit their savings,” another one of the carpenters said.
“Jeffrey must not have known about this,” she said.
He lived in this house for more than forty years. Why would he not have used the money for something if he’d known about it? He had no family to pass it on to. He had lived modestly up until the day he died. The way the money had been hidden suggested it hadn’t been meant to be found, and then something had happened to the person who’d put it here. Had it been stolen or otherwise obtained in some other nefarious fashion? Had Jeffrey known the person? A wife, perhaps? Strange, after living in this town her whole life, she didn’t really know much about one of its residents. She’d never thought to ask, either.
“What are you going to do with it?” one of the carpenters asked.
She looked down at the man who’d discovered it, realizing that they were hoping she’d be generous.
“I don’t know, but a small thank-you for finding it is in order.” She tipped the carpenters handsomely and received a thank-you from each. She’d like to find out where the money came from, but first she’d put it somewhere safe.
She looked at each of the carpenters’ excited faces. Nothing productive would get done after this today.
“Why don’t you all take the rest of the day off?” In a couple of hours, it would be five, anyway. And she needed to be alone.
They thanked her again and began to gather their tools.
Reese returned to the kitchen, putting the tin lunchbox on the table, her gaze landing on the news article. Even finding the money didn’t overshadow the significance of what she contemplated regarding Kadin. Maybe his fame intrigued her. Maybe his love of law did more, lending a kind of a connection to him. Even though she’d never met him and he’d never seen her or known of her existence, she’d gone into the same type of work. How amazing was that? She’d like to know more about her biological father.
How would he react to learning he had a daughter?
* * *
The next morning, bags packed and in the car, Reese stopped at the bank on her way to the Durango airport a county over. She’d fly to Rock Springs, Wyoming, later today. She’d made reservations after the carpenters had gone and she’d thought for a while about the consequences of her making contact with Kadin Tandy. Good and bad. First and foremost, he deserved to know he had a living daughter. Even though she was incredibly nervous and had serious reservations about how it would change her life, she felt morally obligated to tell him. She’d deal with the fallout as it hit her.
“Hello, Candace.” Reese put the lunchbox down on the counter in front of the redheaded teller. “I’d like to open a safe-deposit box.”
“Reese. Congratulations on your windfall!” Candace’s green eyes danced with enthusiasm. Not much over five feet tall, her elbows rested easily on the counter.
Reese laughed a little. “Thanks. I won’t even ask how you found out.”
“The whole town is talking about it.” The teller gave her a form to fill out and then eyed the tin lunchbox as though it was a relic. “One of your carpenters told me. He made a deposit of his own yesterday. That was awfully nice of you to give them money.”
“It’s what I would have wanted.” Reese handed the form to Candace. “And I’ll never get used to the rapid lines of communications in this town.”
“That tin is pretty old. Too interesting not to talk, I suppose.” Candace handed her a key to a safe-deposit box and tucked some of her bobbed red hair behind her feather-jeweled ear. “You found it hidden in the floor?”
Reese took the key. “Yes. Quite the mystery, huh?”
“I’d say. Did Jeffrey’s wife hide it?”
Reese went still. “His wife?” Why did she think his wife could have hidden money? And where was she now?
“She was murdered some forty years ago. That would explain why Jeffrey never knew about the money. I wonder why she hid it? Everyone is wondering that in town. We haven’t had this much excitement in years.” She laughed lightly.
Murdered...
Reese was still trying to catch up to the significance of that as Candace rambled on.
“Been so long, not many remember her. She was strangled to death and dumped on the side of Highway 149 on the way to Durango.”
Reese reeled with the revelation. Then she looked down at the tin lunchbox. This money could mean more than a forgotten fund. Reese lifted the lunchbox from the counter and lowered it to her side.
“Not even Sheriff Robison told me.” She supposed he hadn’t thought to, and she had no reason to dig through old evidence.
Candace leaned over the counter on her elbows. “Crime was never solved. I forgot all about it till you bought that old Neville place and my dad mentioned it the other day.”
“Why isn’t anyone still trying to solve the case?” Reese asked.
“Almost every sheriff in office has tried. A few deputies, too,” Candace said.
“Well, maybe it’s time for someone new to try.” So much time had gone by since the woman’s death that everyone had stopped talking about it and that led to no one caring enough anymore. Well, Reese bet if the woman could talk, she’d still care.
“What happened?” she asked. “How was she murdered? She was strangled, but what was she doing the last anyone knew?”
“Ella worked at the library,” Candace said. “Just moved here the year before. Met Jeffrey and six months later they got married. She worked the night she was killed. The last person to leave the library was the last to see her alive. She was questioned and cleared. Ella closed the library and vanished. No one saw anything. Someone must have pushed her body out of a vehicle because it fell down a steep slope. To this day, no one knows what happened to her or why she was killed. The sheriff at the time questioned Jeffrey, but he had an alibi. He had a company dinner that night. His wife was supposed to meet him there but she never showed up.”
Candace sure knew a lot about the case. Everyone in town likely did. “Where was her car found?”
“She walked to work every day.” Candace took lipstick out of her purse and put on a fresh coat.
Ella had been taken somewhere between the time she locked the library and home. “That’s terrible.”
“Yeah. Wish her killer would be caught, even if it has been so long.”
Reese wanted to be the one to grant that wish. “Thanks, Candace.” She went to the safe-deposit boxes and found hers, Ella Neville’s murder heavy on her mind.
Wish her killer would be caught, even if it has been so long...
Kadin Tandy solved cold cases. What if she went to him with Ella’s case? She didn’t have to tell him he had another
