What are you going to do with it? —FLORENCE HARDING, FIRST LADY OF THE UNITED STATES (1921–1923) DIE. The text message from Jack’s jealous ex-girlfriend glared up from my cell phone’s readout early the next morning. I deleted it and stuffed the phone back into my pocket. I didn’t have time to play her childish games. Still, the threatening message did give me pause. I stopped my work in the kitchen garden long enough to scan the empty Ellipse Park beyond the White House’s iron fence. Was Simone out there somewhere watching me? Was my father? No, don’t think about either of them. I couldn’t let myself be distracted by what my father was doing in the area. Or why Jack hadn’t called off Simone yet. We had one day to clear Gordon’s name before the DA accused him of killing Frida. Which meant we had one day to find Jefferson’s lost treasure in an effort to force the killer’s hand.
