THURSDAY At midnight, Daniel wanted to end the search. He’d checked Gramps’s hard files for past business dealings and gone through each one. Nothing indicated a potential threat. His wrist pounded like a war drum, and his efforts to find an unknown item among his grandparents’ belongings produced nothing. Each time he attempted to use his injured wrist, pain shot up his arm, adding frustration with it. His current project was to sort through Gramps’s desk, the place where the brochure from Lifestyle Insurance had been found. But nothing obvious or hidden surfaced. He needed to stretch his legs and dump energy into his body. “You’re pale,” Laurel said. “Why not take a nap, and I’ll keep looking?” “When I find something substantial, I’ll call it a night.” “More like a day. Okay, how about a break? We can analyze your grandparents’ habits.” His agony won. “Short break.” She pointed down the hall to the living room. “Stretch out on the sofa, and we can talk.”
