Chapter 20

I looked up at him. Now more than ever I was glad I’d taken steps to become Frank McCord, version two. Version one had been felled by Emil’s theft.

“I don’t understand. Why is my stuff in Emil’s living room? Look around. These things aren’t expensive or fancy or anything. It’s just stuff. My stuff.” I got up from the couch and walked to the bookcase to shuffle through some items on its top shelf. “This rock is from the Empire Mine. It’s just a rock. Not gold. And this. It’s a piece of leather from Sutter’s Fort. I got it during a Living History Day tour when I was in grade school. And over here’s a tiny snapshot of my mother before she died. It’s not even framed. All these things came from one of the shelves downstairs. You couldn’t even see some of them unless you opened the cabinets and looked for them.”