SASHA
I take the time to replace the tile and the table, and then I leave the conservatory, clutching my prizes in one hand, and return to where Tyler and Miles are waiting.
"You say nothing about this," I tell Miles.
"Of course not, Boss."
"Go find a large envelope or something to put these in."
I wait until I hear him go upstairs. Tyler is watching me closely, and I sit next to him, pleased to see his color has returned.
"How are you?"
"I'm fine. What did you find?"
"Useful things. And—this."
I hand him the letter and by the way his eyes widen, I know I was right about the handwriting. "This is—Angelo wrote this," he says, skimming the document inside the envelope, and then staring up at me.
"Yes. I thought so, too."
I've seen Tyler pore over Angelo's journal enough times for his handwriting to be familiar to me.
He reads the note again, eyes lingering on each word. "But what does it mean?"
