I’m chilled yet numb as I stand in front of my mirror to brush my teeth.
So much to process for one evening.
God, my head. I’d swear Paul Bunyan is inside swinging his ax through my skull and into my brain.
Ibuprofen will ease it. Maybe.
I pull open the mirrored door to the hidden medicine cabinet—
What is that? I pull out a glasses case. I don’t wear glasses. Never have. I do wear sunglasses, but I’ve never left the case inside this cabinet. Besides, I don’t even recognize this brown leather case.
I unsnap it and open it.
Nestled inside the black lining is a key.
A key to what?
The key chain has a number and address etched on it. A bank in Denver.
This is a key to a safe-deposit box.
And I don’t have a safe-deposit box.