Tears stung his eyes. His father had tried to expose Harrington decades earlier, secretly creating a second cache of proof. The warehouse vault wasn’t some legendary treasure—it was a backup hiding place. The key disguised as a clam now made awful sense. His father hadn’t trusted the land to keep it safe.
Rowan knew he couldn’t keep this to himself. He gathered the folder, the medallion, and the key, then drove straight to the police station. This time, he refused to downplay anything. He told them about the vault, the attack, Alden’s greed, and the documents bearing his father’s name.