Jack pressed a finger to his ear. ‘Obi, who’s this?’ ‘My uncle.’ ‘What? I thought you said he was in London?’ ‘He was.’ Jack glanced at the burglar alarm box on the ground in front of the steps. There wasn’t enough time to grab it and get back inside without being seen. He slammed the front door shut and ran down the hallway. When he got to the office, he was stunned to see Charlie was still there. ‘What are you doing?’ he said. ‘Get out of here.’ ‘Wait a minute.’ Charlie turned slowly on the spot, her eyes narrowed and scanning the room. ‘It has to be here somewhere. I know it.’ ‘What are you on about? We have to go.’ ‘No,’ Charlie waved a finger at the vault. ‘This can’t be where he kept a copy of the will.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘Because Obi said his dad never trusted his uncle.’ Charlie’s eyes moved around the room, still searching for something. ‘Charlie, we don’t have time for this.’ Jack grabbed her arm, but she pulled away from him.
