Belinda was watching Mercy with an odd light in her cold eyes. “You do know him.”

“Yes, ma’am. I do. I’m his wife.”

“You know his song. He wrote it. For Aubrey.”

Hunter tapped his screen, changing to Liza’s camera. Now they could see both Belinda and Mercy. Mercy had grown pale, her hands trembling.

“He sang it to me,” Mercy said softly. “When I couldn’t sleep.”

Belinda stared at Mercy for a moment that seemed to stretch forever, and then she nodded. “My chest. Over there.”

Liza was in motion, the camera bouncing a little. “This chest?” It was small, made of wood, and resembled a small treasure chest.

The lid was inlaid with bone. “Amos made that,” Rafe said, and Gideon nodded his agreement.

“That’s the only one,” Belinda snapped.

“It’s a very pretty treasure chest,” Liza said, then swapped the cat for the chest, the camera bouncing once again as she crouched to put Rory back in his carrier. “Was it a gift from Harry?”

“It was.” Belinda smiled faintly as she rubbed the inlaid lid with her fingertips. “He made it for me with his own hands.” She lifted the lid and a tinny melody filled the space, sending a new shiver down Rafe’s spine. It was the same melody Mercy had sung with the words of “his song.” Belinda drew a tray from the chest, then pulled out a key and held it up to the light from the window.

Excitement bubbled up as they watched the screen of Hunter’s phone. “That looks like a safe-deposit box key,” Gideon said.

Belinda was still looking at the key in the sunlight. “I didn’t use the key.”

“Then I will,” Mercy said.

Belinda looked up sharply. “Why?”

Mercy didn’t flinch. “Because it might help me find him.”

Belinda seemed to be thinking about that, and Rafe held his breath while the old woman made her decision. Safe-deposit box keys were often significant. “You’ll tell him to come see me when you find him?”

“Of course,” Mercy assured her. “I promise.

“Then I guess it’s okay.” She extended the key to Mercy, who took it with a quiet thank-you, slipping it into her pocket. “It’s only to be used in an emergency,” Belinda added.

“Harry’s been missing for several weeks,” Mercy said. “I think this is an emergency.”

Belinda tilted her head, studying Mercy. “Do you have any kids?”

Blinking, Mercy opened her mouth, but Liza cut in. “Not yet,” Liza said warmly. “But she loves children, don’t you, Miriam?”

Mercy nodded. “I do.”

“I want grandkids,” Belinda said. “Aubrey keeps saying he’ll give me some. Harry promised too, but Harry’s too young. He’s just a boy himself.” She shook her head. “And Aubrey says he hasn’t found the right girl, that he’s not ready to settle down.” She sighed. “They need to grow up, my boys. Maybe one will settle down with a nice girl. You’d like them. Both of you girls. Maybe I’ll have you over for dinner, to introduce you.”