She continued reading, then tapped the journal in dramatic fashion. "Mario."

"Who?"

"Mario Guidry. Tony's great-grandson. And I think he may have been the one who killed Izzy and is after us," she said.

I raised my eyebrows.

"After she talked to the Flynns, Izzy tried to find Tony's ancestors. She found one living here in Chicago…"

"And now we know why she was here," I interrupted.

"Here's what she wrote in her notes: 'Found Tony's great-grandson. Mario is his name. Creepy! I may have made a mistake looking him up. He knows about the treasure, but I could tell he didn't know where it was. He asked me about some eggs. It must be slang for something, but I didn't want to ask him. I didn't give him much of the story, but it was still too much. He knows that I don't have the answers, but I told him about Ray's log. Big mistake. He scares me. Need to stay away from this family. I think they are still mob connected. Dangerous!'"

"Notice the difference in her writing?" I asked.

"Yes. Instead of just notes, this is written almost as a diary entry. She knew her life was in danger. She wrote this to either the police or someone else—like us—who might take over the hunt. The question is, do we give this information to the police?"

Ahh, back to the question of how much to withhold from the police. I had changed from only a few days ago. There is no way I would give them my mother's secret carrot cake recipe now.

"Good question," I said. "There is no direct evidence that he did anything to her, but getting the police to investigate might slow him down some."

"If he's mob connected though, I question how much—if any—evidence they might find."

"I agree. It also means the police are going to want everything we have."

Sabrina sighed. "Normally, I'd be the first one to go to the police. I'm just not sure it's the right thing to do at this moment."

"Then let's sit on it. There's no reason we can't give it to them in a few days if we feel it necessary."

A decision made.

"So where do we go from here?" she asked. "We don't want to interview Mario Guidry, and I don't think we will get anything else from Mikey's grandson—Izzy did a good job with them. Fairfield?"

"I think so. Tracking down that painting seems to be the next step."

"I feel sorry for Izzy," said Sabrina. "She definitely inherited Ray's genes. She was just too greedy. If she had just gone about it a different way, she might be alive today."

"Would you have helped her with this if she had come to you?"

"I don't know. That's a good question. On one hand, she was family. On the other hand, she was a spiteful bitch who tormented me my whole childhood. It's hard to dismiss that. I just wish she had been a different person. She robbed us both of something that could have been special."