Monty’s conversation with Sven was interesting, but I wasn’t focused on it. The note was basically a trap anyway. We hacked into the hotel’s system to view the security feed.
We got a very clear picture of the man who left the note. I didn’t recognize him, but I did the uniform. Next we hacked into the delivery company’s system. We didn’t recognize the name, but it was most likely fake anyway. We were looking for the address. That proved to be far more familiar.
“Lottie, did you know, in 1693, letters were held in front of a candle to determine the postage rate? The less the light shone through, the more costly the rate. This was known as candling.”
He was smiling. He knew I had no idea of what he was talking about, or the reason he was saying it. I was in a cantankerous mood, so I didn’t make it easy, and simply said no.
He frowned, but kept talking. “I doubt there is any light in that house at all. It’s your former client’s home.”
I laughed. “I wonder if there’s any connection with the old line thick as thieves?” Monty’s response was to kiss me and roll his eyes. Then, he tapped a few keys, made a call, and scheduled a delivery of his own.