Chapter 11 - The Table That Survived

Gideon drove us to a salvage yard before sunrise. The owner remembered Graham Vale: a wealthy man who had paid to remove several pieces of furniture from the old hotel, then ordered them destroyed without leaving an inventory.

"But furniture gets saved," the owner said. "Especially good wood. The table went to a restaurant in the Village."

The restaurant was closed. Its manager opened the door only when Caleb explained that somebody's life might depend on an object under the floorboards of history. At the back stood a long oak table with a carved pedestal. One end was darker where a candle had burned into it.

Gideon touched the mark. "My mother did that at my tenth birthday. Dad was angry. She said the table could survive one imperfect night."

"Which place was nobody allowed to sit?" I asked.

"Father sat here." He pointed to the head. "And his guests on either side. There was one chair behind the pedestal, against the wall. He always said it blocked the waiters."

Caleb crawled beneath the tabletop. "There's a wood panel screwed on backward."

We borrowed a screwdriver. As the panel came loose, an old cassette dropped into his palm. Wrapped around it was a strip of oilcloth with EVELYN written in blue ink.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream at the years we'd lost because grown men had been afraid of a small woman's voice.

Gideon held the cassette like it might disappear. "Where can we play it?"

Caleb grinned despite himself. "You hired a chef who still makes mixtapes. Give me fifteen minutes."

But when we reached his car, its back window was broken. The bag containing the portable cassette player had been stolen.

"They followed us," Gideon said.

I checked his hand. The original tape was still there.

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Across the street a black SUV pulled away from the curb. Its rear window was tinted, but someone inside held up a phone and photographed us.

Then a text arrived on Gideon's screen: YOUR MOTHER KEPT ONE SECRET FROM YOU. DON'T MAKE US PLAY THAT PART.