He casually crossed the other bays toward us, his hands in his pockets. My eyes had adjusted to the dark and I noticed a car occupied each of the bays. A Mini-Cooper in one, a pickup truck in another, and a long dark sedan, almost like a limousine in the last. I remembered seeing Felicity being chauffeured around by a driver and noticed some dark chauffeur’s coats and caps hanging on knobs at the other end of the garage. Must be nice to have money.

“Carson, jeez, do you have to sneak up on us like that?” Derek closed the album and glared at his brother. I wondered if they didn’t get along … they always seemed to before.

“Hi, Willa,” Carson said, ignoring his brother, his gaze falling on the photo album. “What’s that?”

“An old family photo album I came across in my travels. Thought you guys might want it.”

Carson came closer.

“Let’s see.” He held his hand out and practically had to wrestle it away from Derek. “I hope we didn’t rush you out of here the other night … mother can be a little overzealous in her … umm … experiments.

“What kind of experiments is she doing?” I felt my brows creep up my forehead. Experiments?

Derek shot a look at Carson, who was busy flipping the pages of the photo album.

“Oh, yoga and stuff … you know.” Derek waved a hand dismissively.

“These are great.” Carson held the book up with one hand spreading the pages apart to show the picture of the two brothers with their father and grandfather. “Look at this great picture of us with Dad and and Grandpa. Cripes, this album must be twenty-five years old.”

“Yes, well, we don’t need to keep Willa. I’m sure she’s busy.” Derek snatched the book away from Carson, who looked hurt.

“Where’d you get it?” Carson asked.

“It was in a box of books I acquired.”

“Were there any other books of ours in with it?” Carson nodded toward the house. “Mother sold off some of our collection of older books and we’d like to get them back.”

I shook my head. “There weren’t any other photo albums or scrap books in there.”

“Where’s the box? Could we take a look?” Carson asked.

I frowned toward my car. “Well, I guess so…”

“Great!” Carson took off toward the car and Derek and I followed.

I opened the back hatch and the empty cargo bay reminded me that I’d been in such a hurry to rush out while Pandora was occupied with the catnip that I’d left the box at home. “Oh, sorry guys … I left the box at home.”

“That’s okay. We don’t need those old books.” Derek’s eyes darkened as he looked up at the mansion. “We have enough stuff in there. The photo album is one thing, but forget about all those old dusty books.”