Chapter 12
“This is incredible,” Ivy called out as she hoisted herself up into the attic. She sneezed against the dust she’d disturbed that now swirled against a slanting kaleidoscope of rainbow colors. The morning sun streamed through a small round, stained-glass window in the attic, casting prisms of color across the wooden floor.
“Amazing,” she murmured, thinking about how she could render this on canvas. She reached into her pocket for her phone and snapped a photo for later reference. The day Reed had found the satchel had been gray and overcast, and she’d been preoccupied with Paisley.
“How’s it look?” Shelly called up through the entry hole in the ceiling.
Ivy peered down. “Come up. You have to see this.” She tested the floor before walking across to the window.
At least this e
