screen door and pushed it open. “I wasn’t much help. About the only thing I remembered is what time I got to the restaurant and how the first thing I did when I got there was try a small bowl of dumplings myself. They were delicious.” Gloria and Mally stepped onto the deck. Tony and Jennifer followed them outside. “I wish I could remember more. Something that would help,” Jennifer confessed. Gloria hugged her. “No, you were a big help. Now I know the timeframe the pot was poisoned and that whoever it was came through the back kitchen door.” Jennifer walked to the railing as Gloria made her way down the steps. “You think they’re going to open the restaurant back up anytime soon?” “I hope so.” Gloria shrugged. “I know you can use the money and Dot needs to stay busy and not dwell on this.” Jennifer and Tony were still standing on the deck as Gloria backed out of the driveway. She gave a small wave before pulling Anabelle onto the main road. Her mind was in high gear. The killer knew exactly what he was doing and had the perfect time frame to commit the crime. And killing someone with a common household cleaning product that couldn’t be traced back to a specific person was genius. Gloria parked in her drive and made her way out to the mailbox. She pulled a small stack from the box and rifled through it as she made her way towards the house. Halfway through the stack, she spied an envelope with her name and address neatly printed on the front. She flipped the envelope over and pried it open. Inside were three sheets of paper. She unfolded the sheets. There was a small yellow sticky stuck on top. The print was too small for Gloria to read without her glasses. She and Mally walked onto the back porch. Gloria grabbed the newspaper off the steps before making her way into the kitchen. She dropped the paper on the table and reached for her reading glasses. She read the sticky note on top of the papers first. “Gloria, I hope this note finds you in good health. Sandy signed the waiver releasing her rights to the coins. Here are your three originals.” The small note ended. “Keep in touch. I’d love to hear what you all did with your coins.” The note was signed, “David Henderson.” Gloria pulled the sticky off the sheet and read the words. She didn’t understand most of the mumbo-jumbo on it. But she did understand the part that said Sandra McGee waived all rights and claims to the gold coins David Henderson, Gloria Rutherford, Margaret Jenkins and Elizabeth Applegate found on the Henderson property. Her hand shook as she folded the pieces of paper and stuffed them back inside the envelope. They were one step closer to being able claim a small fortune! She picked up the phone and called her sister, Liz, first. “Hello?” “Hey Liz, it’s me. Guess what I got in the mail today?” Gloria asked. “Sandra McGee signed off on any claim to the coins!” “No way!” Liz let out a shriek and dropped the phone. Gloria pulled the phone from her ear as it clattered to the floor. Liz was back. “You still there?” “Yep. I have three signed releases in my hot little hands,” Gloria confirmed. “That’s great! I’ve been checking out different places where we can sell the coins,” Liz said. “I also did a little research on the coins themselves. I think they’re worth even more than what we originally thought.” Gloria’s heart fluttered. “H-how much?” They still weren’t out of the woods as far as the coins were concerned. There was still a chance the government could try to lay claim to the coins like they did to the family in Pennsylvania that the coin appraiser told them about. “Millions. As in more than one,” Liz said. “When do you want to get together to go over this stuff?” “I haven’t had a chance to work on my part yet,” Gloria admitted. “I’ve