Chapter 12 - Searching Walter’s Secret Office
While the security team secured the perimeter, Vincenzo led Renley back upstairs to examine a small wooden box left behind.
It was the box the neighbor had handed Renley after Mr. Pike passed away—a box she had tucked safely into her bicycle basket.
“He wanted you to have this specifically, Renley; he told his lawyer it was for the girl with the bicycle,” Vincenzo said softly.
Renley used her small fingers to lift the brass latch, opening the lid to reveal a collection of old fountain pens and letters.
Beneath the letters lay a heavy iron key with an intricate medieval engraving stamped across its polished metal bow.
“That’s the key to Walter’s downtown safety deposit vault at the Federal Reserve building,” Vincenzo whispered in awe.
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“He kept his true life's work locked away in a place not even my organization could infiltrate,” the boss admitted quietly.
Renley picked up the key, feeling its cold weight in her palm as she realized her simple afternoon deliveries had changed history.
