Lily’s fingers trembled as she flipped through the documents bearing her father’s handwriting. Every harsh stroke and sharp curve reminded her of the man who had caused her so much pain. While these papers proved her father knew about the vault, they weren’t what they needed.
She placed the documents down with a sigh, her eyes scanning the bookshelves once more. If the answer wasn’t in these records, perhaps it was hidden elsewhere. Her gaze drifted across the room, searching for anything else that was unusual.
She looked at the empty spot where the accounting ledgers had been. She narrowed her eyes, reaching her hand out to touch the back panel of the shelf. She ran her fingers along the wood. She felt a small indentation that didn’t match the rest.
Her heartbeat quickened. She pressed it.
A soft click echoed in the quiet vault.
