Chapter 10

“No. You’re probably right. I stuck it in with my books when I ran out of room in the other box. You should call the realtor to get copies of everything.”

Spence did, telling Jeff when he hung up, “She’ll make copies for me to pick up. I have to get the title from the county clerk’s office.”

“It does make me wonder.”

“Yeah, leave it hanging there,” Spence said when Jeff stopped talking.

“What if it was the person Mrs. Brown told us made an offer the house? She made it sound as if he was really insistent that he wanted it, and not anywhere else.”

“Stealing the papers wouldn’t get him anywhere. It’s not like we’re going to sell the house because he took them.”

“True. I know. He’s the man who killed your parents. There’s something hidden in here that he wants so he made an offer on the house, but we beat him to it.”

“After ten years? I doubt it.”

Jeff grinned. “It would make a good plot line for one of our books.”

“Not until after we write the one we’re contracted for.”