Jack was about to tell her they didn’t have time to play with toys, whether they belonged in her room or not, but something about the little car’s persistence in running up against that wall made him hesitate.

“That’s the seventh—no, eighth time it’s ended against that wall,” she said. “No matter which way it’s pointing when I set it down, eight out of eight times that’s where it ends up.”

“No kidding?”

Jack bent and picked it up, turning it over in his hands. Nothing special: a remote control toy car stripped down to its a metal undercarriage, with four wheels, a motor, steering mechanism, battery compartment, and an aerial.

The wheels were still spinning, so he put it down and pointed it toward Alicia. It zipped around and once again wound up against the wall.

“That’s nine out of nine,” she said.

Jack was interested now. “Where’s the rest of it?”

“Here.” She handed him the black plastic body.

“No,” he said. “Where’s the remote, the little box that controls the steering?”

“Never saw anything like that.”

He checked out the plastic body. Apparently someone had torn it off the chassis, probably looking to see if anything was hidden inside. He snapped the two pieces back together.

“Looks more like some sort of jeep than a car,” Alicia said.

Jack checked out the tiny logo across the rear hatch.

“A ‘Sports Utility Vehicle,’ as they’re known. But this is a real upscale Jeep. This here’s a Land Rover.”

“A what?”

Jack looked up and saw Alicia on her feet, staring wide-eyed at the toy.

“A Land Rover. They’re British and—”

“The will,” she said. “It mentions a rover—twice… in those crazy poetry quotes.” She snapped her fingers and looked at the ceiling. “What were they? ‘Clay(ton) lies still, but blood’s a rover’ was one. And the other… the other went, ‘Whither away, fair rover, and what thy quest?’“

Jack felt a tingle of excitement as he sensed pieces of the puzzle clicking into place. Maybe “the key that points the way” wasn’t a key at all. Maybe it was something that simply pointed the way.

He placed the toy on the floor again and watched it do its thing, winding up nose-on against the wall in that same spot.

This little “rover” was sure as hell pointing the way to something.

“What thy quest indeed,” he said. “Wait here.”

He trotted back to the bedroom, grabbed the sledgehammer and one of the crowbars. For a moment he considered hammering a hole in one of the pieces of plywood blocking the windows to allow him a peek at the guard car out front, but thought better of it. The racket might attract too much attention.

“What are you going to do?” Alicia said as he returned to her room.