been built over it.
“For twenty-two years?” I asked.
Dad nodded.
“What was inside?”
“Twelve pieces. Mostly pocket watches. One small clock.”
Eleanor believed at least one of the watches was extremely valuable.
Years earlier, Tibor had told her he had hidden his best pieces because he didn’t trust banks.
She knew the collection existed.
She just never knew where.
Until Dad found it.
“Why are the police here?”
“Because I called them.”
Dad explained it as though the answer should have been obvious.
The items clearly predated Richard’s ownership.
