Page 150 of Hidden Tide
“I took it home after Grandpa died.”
“Where is home?” Marquez asks.
“My apartment in San Francisco.”
“Who has access?”
“Only me.”
“Keys can be copied.”
“I changed the locks last year.”
“Security system?”
“Yes.”
Hazel takes out her phone and opens the alarm application.
The screen loads.
Her face turns white.
“What?” I ask.
“The system is offline.”
Marquez calls San Francisco police again.
“Address?”
Hazel gives it to her.
Keating orders Coast Guard personnel to coordinate with the responding officers.
The same fear returns, but this time we know what we’re protecting.
The third frame.
“Where do you keep the music box?” Ben asks.
“In my bedroom.”
“Visible?”
“No. It’s inside a locked trunk.”
“What kind of trunk?”
“An old steamer trunk Grandpa gave me.”
Thomas looks sharply at her.
“A Sinclair shipping trunk?”
“Yes.”
“Which one?”
