Page 108 of Hidden Depths
Broad shoulders.
Weathered face.
One arm slung across Grandpa's shoulder.
Both of them laughing.
The photograph had been taken decades ago.
Storm turned it over.
Her grandfather's handwriting covered the back.
"Some debts are never repaid.
Some promises are never forgotten.
If anything ever happens... trust the man who kept his word."
No name.
Nothing else.
Only a date.
Twenty-eight years ago.
Storm slowly looked at her sisters.
"I've never seen this."
Hazel stared at the photograph.
"Neither have I."
Calle picked up the silver key.
"What does this open?"
Storm shook her head.
"I don't know."
Ward studied the photograph from across the chart table.
His eyes narrowed.
Ben noticed.
"You recognize him?"
Ward didn't answer immediately.
"I don't know."
"You either know him..."
"...or he reminds you of someone."
