“What are you talking about?” Kelly craned his neck
to see the computer. Nick watched his changeable eyes as
they darted over the screen, scanning the posts. “Stolen
Continental payrol ?”
“They were paid in gold bars and coins,” JD provided.
“Meaning if it was hidden somewhere and left there,
it’s worth millions today,” Kelly surmised. “Yeah okay, that’s
worth killing over.”
“Before you guys go all Indiana O’Flaherty on me,” Hagan
drawled, “what does that lost treasure have to do with our
case?”
Nick took a breath to answer, but he realized he didn’t
exactly know. They all looked to JD.
“I . . . I didn’t say it had anything to do with the robbery,”
JD reminded them, his blue eyes going wider. “You gave me
three things to associate, I associated them.”
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Kel y sat on the edge of Nick’s desk, turned sideways so he
could still see Hagan and the computer screen. “What was the
other thing stolen from the place? One was the brooch, what
was the other?”
Nick tapped Kelly’s knee to get him to scoot over, and he
unlocked the desk drawer beneath him and reached in for the
file. He set it on the desk and opened it up to find the photos.
“It was a bundle of letters.”
“Bundle of letters,” Kelly echoed. “What the hell?”
“Yeah, the brooch I get, it had a few precious gems on
it,” Hagan said. “But the letters are . . . parchment. Tied with twine. No value whatsoever.”
“The value of words is measured by those who read them,”
JD told him. He stopped short, scowling hard. “Is that a