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"Maybe we can—" Scarlett stopped, arrested by the papers in her hand Her alert green eyes scanned the lines of text Hurriedly, she swapped the page she was reading for the one beneath, then the one beneath that With a quick intake of breath, she shoved the stack at me "Is this what I think it is?"

It tookHot daht be part of ere looking for, buried in a stack of grocery bills and outdated legal documents

"It looks like this is a contract to put an oil painting up for auction" I shuffled to another piece of paper, this one thin, the writing uniforrey as if it were a part of a duplicate pad "And this looks like a receipt for a cashier's check with the same account number as the contract with the auction house"

I set the two papers aside and looked through the rest, quicklya second contract with a different auction house and a handwritten receipt for another cashier's check We dug through the rest of the pile,five more works of art with five more receipts

When ere done, Scarlett gave a lohistle through her teeth "This adds up to almost half a million dollars Didn't Griffen say he had a forensic accountant looking for the money?"

"Wherever this cash went, it wasn't into any of the accounts she was able to find No way she would have missed this much money Griffen said she's the best"

"Do you think he stashed the azed around the attic with renewed interest

"Maybe," I said slowly, digging beneath an old newspaper to pull out a manila envelope, the flap tucked inside to keep the contents in place Pulling it open, three handwritten notes slid out

My heart stopped in

I shot toin my ears, my own voice tinny and far away "Grab those papers We need to bring this to Griffen"

Chapter Forty-One

TENN

"What is it? What did you find?" Scarlett kept pace behind ed down the narrow staircase from the attic to the second level