Page 9 of Resurrection
Jury palmed her phone, typed in the number from the paper, and gasped. “It’s the routing number of Gulf Coast Bank & Trust.”
Imogen clutched the key. “It’s for a safe deposit box. I guarantee it.”
“You think?”
“I would bet you anything.”
“Okay.” Jury tapped on the name of the bank. “Gulf Coast Bank & Trust is closed until nine tomorrow.” She scratched her head. “Why send us to some players’ lounge at that club first? And that’s not Keira’s handwriting.”
“I have no idea.”
“So … I guess we wait for tomorrow?”
“There’s nothing we can do tonight.”
“Except more internet sleuthing.”
“For what?”
“Who owns that house in the French Quarter, for starters.” Jury was already typing in the address. “I should’ve done this earlier. I don’t know why I didn’t.”
Probably because we’re both still reeling from the news of the explosion and Keira’s, Lachlan’s, and their daughter’s deaths and dealing with the shock and grief, Imogen thought.
“Who is Niquaise St. Clair?” Jury asked aloud. “He’s listed as the owner on the deed. Hold, please.”
She tapped on her phone, and Imogen couldn’t help but wonder if her sister had staged this scavenger hunt to distract them from their grief.
Did Keira know she was going to die? Is that what her life was like with her husband? Just waiting for someone to take them out?
She couldn’t say she and Keira had been all that close over the last decade, which definitely didn’t make any of this easier. In fact, if Imogen could give advice to her old self from a decade ago, it would be not to take for granted the fact that her sister would always be around. Because now … she wasn’t.
“He’s the tattoo guy. The one who gave us the number. I am a super sleuth.” Jury threw her arms up in the air with her phone in one hand.
It was him looking down on us from the French doors.
Something had told her it was. Imogen couldn’t help but shiver again.
“Okay, so what? What does he have to do with the safe deposit box?”
“He must know something,” Jury replied.
“Why?”
“He has to.” Desperation was leaching into her sister’s tone.
“Jury … it won’t bring her back.”
Her baby sister looked at her with her lower lip wobbling. “But what if … I mean, there’s a chance, right?”
Imogen almost said,A chance of what?But she felt it too.
“I know … I know. It doesn’t seem real. It feels impossible that this is happening.”
They’d all watched as the three caskets were sealed within the mausoleum, but Imogen couldn’t wrap her head around Keira really being dead. It just didn’t feel like she was.
That doesn’t mean anything though. Does it?
Imogen had never really been vocal about being one of thosetrust your intuitiontypes, but it had saved her too many times for her not to trust it. And as crazy as it sounded, in her heart of hearts, she didn’t think Keira was really dead either.
