“Maybe. Or ‘Tell Ethel the secret’s on Davie’s bracelet.’ Something like that. Jonathan was clever, putting the medical information and financial information together.”

“Not as clever as the woman who solved his murder and saved his family.” He handed the paper to Ethel. “So, do the honor of reading and I’ll enter.”

She began. “Lowercase q, five, uppercase U…”

When she’d finished, Jesse said, “Here goes nothing,” and pressed Enter.

The screen went blank for a few seconds, and Jesse feared Davie’s Secret had been a fail-safe defense Jonathan had designed to destroy the link to the wallet, not to bridge it.

Then the beautiful words, “ACCESS GRANTED.”

“Yes!” Jesse pumped his fist in the air.

“Make the first transfer,” Ethel instructed.

“The five hundred thousand?”

“Yes. Jonathan’s original intention. And give me the private key.” She opened the scrapbook to the photo of her and her father standing in front of the plane after her first solo flight. She slid it out from beneath its protective plastic, turned it over, and wrote on the back as Jesse read the new sequence.

When the allotted coins had been transferred, Jesse said, “And now the balance into the second wallet.”

Ethel wrote that private key on the photo’s back and returned it to its proper spot in the scrapbook. Jesse stared at the screen of his own computer as the wallet grew in value with each coin transferred into it.

“Did you tell Tracy you’re sending her back that ten thousand dollars?” Ethel asked.

“Yes. She didn’t want it, but I made up a story that we’d received a reward for helping with the case and this was her share of the money.”

“Good. Then we can destroy Jonathan’s wallets and computer and terminate any trail to him.”

“And the trust fund for Davie?”

“I’ve got an appointment with an attorney friend who can set it up. Of course, an anonymous donor will fund the half million.”

Jesse looked at the larger transfer still in progress. “And the twenty million?”

“Well, we could just destroy the private key and let those coins be lost forever. I think that’s what Jonathan was planning.”

“But what is Ethel planning?”

She gave him a sly smile. “I’ve always believed in recycling. Why throw away a resource that could do so much good?” She held out her small hand. “Do you agree we could use it with integrity and fairness to see justice done?”

Jesse clasped the offered hand. “Your father’s words.”

“Yes, but I realize we’re a little short in the integrity category if we’re keeping the money.”

“Keeping the money for the greater good. My conscience is clear.”

They shook and sealed the deal.

Then Jesse held on to her hand a little longer. “There is one thing I’d like to use some of the money for.”