me pick Owen up from my neighbor before six. Because I needed the job.”
She gave a small, humorless smile.
“Sometimes practical reasons really are practical reasons.”
Adrian accepted that.
“What did Arthur give you?”
Marissa was quiet.
Then she reached into her handbag.
For one startled second, Adrian thought she might produce the blue envelope.
Instead, she removed a folded piece of paper.
“I read the letter last night.”
“Was it from my grandfather?”
“Yes.”
“To Daniel?”
“No.”
“Then who?”
Marissa studied him.
“You.”
Adrian did not move.
“What?”
“The envelope was addressed to you.”
He stared at her.
“That’s impossible.”
Marissa unfolded the paper.
“I thought so too.”
“Why would Arthur give you a letter addressed to me?”
“Because your grandfather’s instructions said the envelope could only be released after Daniel Keane’s key was presented.”
“Then why not give it directly to me?”
Marissa looked down at the
