Page 79 of Dance With Death

Leif laughs at me, and I scowl at him.

Kai waves a hand. “I guess she likes the money.”

“Interesting. I would like to talk to your mother at some point.”

“Why? Your father’s already looked into Mum—and her mind. She doesn’t have any supe connections.”

“And I’d like to talk to you about Josef,” I continue. My phone screen fills with notes as I type, and the familiar thrill buzzes through at a step in the right direction.

“That lawyer has always been around. I expect I’ll find more when I start looking?” he suggests. “Tell me. Is this a yes or a no?”

“A maybe,” I reply, glancing at Rowan. Compromise.

Kai crosses his arms. “I know you looked around the factory that night Viggo died and found something,” he says. “I could search for more.”

“Hang on,” says Grayson. “How do you know about that?”

“Yes. This discovery wasn’t revealed. Are you aware what we found in a box?” I poise, fingers over my phone, ready to take more notes.

“Dunno. But Dad went nuts.”

Oh. But Sawyer denied any knowledge of the box, and nobody could find anything in his mind. Was Sawyer upset by losing the deeds or the tiara? Both?

I purse my lips and open a copy of the photo stored on my phone. Then I show the image of Madison and Viktor to Kai.

“I have a question, Kai. You don’t know what was stolen from your father’s safe the night of your party, but he claims somebody thieved an item of jewelry. Do you recognize what the girl in the picture is wearing?”

Kai takes hold and peers. “The thing on her head? No.”

My shoulders drop. I’d hung onto a tiny idea that the party thief took the tiara and hid it in the factory, and Kai may’ve seen the item before. I hate when my theories are wrong.

“But I know who he is.”

I never thought Kai could ever silence me, but I’m speechless as he pushes my other theory closer. Sawyer.

“How?” asks Grayson. “This photo was taken before you were born.”

“I’ve seen him in old family pictures.”

Family. “Your father?” I ask, voice returning and body surging with excitement.

“What? No. He was never that good looking.” Kai chuckles. “Besides, don’t you think I’d look similar? He’s about my age, right?”

“Then who?” presses Grayson.

“My uncle. I only saw his picture a few months back. Someone made a movie for Mum’s 50th birthday with photos and old video clips.” He points. “That’s her brother.”

“What’s his name? Where is he now? Was he at your eighteenth?” I demand.

“Calm down. No, he wasn’t at my birthday because he died before I was born. Mum got angry with Dad for including a picture of her with him and their parents in the movie. I thought because they’re all dead, and it upset her.”

“He’s dead? This guy, your uncle?” asks Grayson. “When did he die?”

Kai straightens. “Why all the questions about an old photo? What’s this got to do with my dad’s business? Dad never knew my uncle, and I’ve never seen the girl or crown before.”

Wrong. His parents married over twenty years ago—aged around eighteen. Sawyer would know Sarah’s brother. “What’s your uncle’s name?”

Kai shrugs. “Robert? Roger? One of the two. Last name Piper. Is the girl a witch?”

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