Clara barely slept that night.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the photograph of the old bank entrance and the message beneath it.
Bring your mother. The box is waiting. But don't assume you'll be the first to open it.
Someone knew about the safety deposit box.
Someone knew she and Eleanor were going there.
And someone was confident enough to warn her in advance.
By seven the following morning, Clara was already dressed and waiting in the private facility's lounge. A cup of untouched coffee sat on the table before her.
Arthur entered, carrying his phone.
"You haven't slept."
"Neither have you."
"I wasn't the one staring at the same cup of coffee for twenty minutes."
Clara glanced at the cup.
"I'm considering whether it deserves to be investigated."
Arthur almost smiled.
"Any news from Aaron?"
"He's checking the bank's security records. I also asked him to investigate Graham Pike and Helena Ward's movements."
"And Sebastian?"
"Still missing."
