Chapter 30
Wyatt flipped between the two. “It’s the right hand in this painting, then the left hand here. That’s different, also.”
“A combination?” Merrick asked.
“Could be.” Wyatt sighed. “Combination to a vault somewhere?”
“Ooh.” Thurman clapped. “A vault full of riches.”
Merrick scoffed. “You don’t have enough?”
“I can’t very well wish for a vault of gorgeous hunks, now can I?”
Merrick smiled.
Wyatt shook his head. “There’s seven numbers though. Coordinates? A code?”
“Your dad didn’t tell you anything else? No hint, nothing?” Thurman slid his finger across the photograph of Lonelinessas if he could track what the subject was pointing to.
Wyatt took three steps away from the desk. “My dad was always so cryptic about everything.”
Thurman chuckled. “That might be where you got your charming presence from.”
Merrick bowed his head, smiling.
“I saw that.”
Merrick shrugged. “So, what is your dad trying to tell you?”