Chapter 38

Helen frowned, combing through the items and stacking them in a box Julian handed her. “There’s an envelope missing.”

“What’s in it?” Julian asked.

Helen glanced sideways at Julian. “Just…some old papers. The police are going to be interested to hear it. They wanted to know if anything was missing; I didn’t think we’d be able to tell.”

“Police? Why are the police involved?” Rafi asked, and gave Julian an accusatory look. “I thought it was an electrical short.”

“We’re playing it a bit close to our chests,” Helen said sheepishly. “On the recommendation of the police. We have security footage of a man setting the fire, but right now he doesn’t know that.”

“Helen,” Julian said. “The old papers in the envelope. Were they my father’s?”

Helen’s dropped jaw was enough of an answer.

“My uncle,” Julian’s voice was soft and precise, “was in Los Angeles for the Gunpowderpremiere, the night your house caught fire. He has an airtight alibi.”