Dirty Revenge. Grin Hilda pov

After Lila told me where the documents was hidden, I had trouble sleeping. I couldn't get it off my mind considering it was what Mason fought for before he died. 

Finders keepers. The documents should serve whoever finds it by rule of situation.

One problem with Lila was she trusted blindly, recklessly telling me where her family possessions lies. She told me that the documents were hidden in her grandfather's pendant—the same one he never took off, the one that dangled from his frail neck like a noose waiting to tighten.

Who would have thought of that?

Every fucking time, I watched Mason roam about the house, looking for the documents. 

Considering the fact that Mason died from looking for the documents, while clearing Lila off the way, I knew then that I had to get my hands on it.

Stealing from an old man should have been simple. Mr. Gilmore trusted me. As well as Sebastian and his family, who would be making their journey back to New York.