“There was ten thousand dollars in the box, all in hundreds, and a note from my uncle.”
“Why would Tom give your mother that kind of money?”
“Not that uncle. The other one.”
“Jeffrey? I thought he was lost forever.”
“Evidently he contacted my mother, and he wrote her a note along with the cash. This is it.”
I handed him the second note.
After he read it, he said, “No wonder you were jumpy when you heard me in the bathroom. Having ten grand in your room will make you paranoid if anything will.”
“It’s not here. I put it in the hotel’s main safe downstairs as soon as I knew what I had.”
“That’s smart thinking,” he said. Zach tapped the second note. “That answers at least some of my questions.”
“I don’t see how. Why didn’t my mother spend the money? Why did she leave it to me? And why did she ask for my forgiveness?”
“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” Zach said as there was a knock on the door.
After the bellman identified himself, Zach let him in. He directed that the cart be set up by the window, and as soon as the worker was gone, he started lifting lids.
“This looks great. You can have a bite or two, but most of it is mine.”
I moved between him and his food, a dangerous maneuver even when my husband wasn’t starving. “You don’t get a bite until you explain what you just meant.”
“What are you talking about?” he asked as he looked at the food.
“You said it answered questions, but all I can see are more things I don’t understand.”
He held up his index finger. “Think about it, Savannah. Your mother didn’t forgive her brother. She didn’t even get back in contact with him, and she felt bad about cutting you off from your family.”
“How do you know that?”
“The money was still there, so she didn’t forgive him. If she had, there was no way Astrid wouldn’t spend it. Your mom knew how you felt about your Uncle Thomas. Do you honestly think she didn’t agonize over keeping Jeffrey out of your life? She had to be really conflicted by all of it, and lastly, she dumped it all in your lap.”
“She didn’t want me to contact J.B., did she?”
Zach smiled. “You noticed that the envelope with a return address wasn’t with the letter, didn’t you? I’ll make a detective out of you yet.” His stomach grumbled as he looked at the food. “Can I eat now?”
“Go on. Sorry, I didn’t mean to get in your way.”
“Feel free to join me,” he said as he dug in. I was tempted; it looked awfully good, but if I ate a big meal now, I would never be able to have breakfast again in fifteen minutes with Lorna.
“Maybe I’ll have one cinnamon stick,” I said, taking one from his plate and dunking it in maple syrup.
“They’re great, aren’t they?”
After I ate one, I was debating about grabbing another when I asked Zach, “What do you think I should do?”
“I definitely think you should stop eating those cinnamon sticks. You wouldn’t want to spoil your appetite.”
“You saw me eyeing them?”
“Hey, I’m a trained detective. Not much gets past me.”
“Well, I wasn’t talking about the food,” I said. “I mean the money.”
“Beats me,” he said after a moment’s thought.
“You’re a lot of help.”
“This has to be your decision. You can’t really contact your uncle, since you still don’t know where he is. Unless Tom knows. Have you asked him?”
“He denies having any contact with his brother since the day he walked out.”
“Could he be lying?”
I was surprised to hear my husband ask that about Uncle Thomas. “Why would he possibly do that?”
“Think about it. If he was trying to protect you, I can see it, can’t you? After all, those boxes have been in his hands for a while, but you’re just getting them now, aren’t you?”
“I’m sure he had his reasons.”
“Okay, let’s say he has no more idea than you do about how to find Jeffrey. That means you couldn’t return the money, even if you wanted to. The way I see it, you have three options.”
“Go on, I’m listening.”
“You can keep it, spend it, or give it away. If you choose the last option, I’d be more than willing to take it off your hands.”
I grinned at him. “Thanks for that generous offer.”
