A Vault
Jemma could not believe what she was seeing. There was a little vault inside the concrete room. What was he hiding inside? She had no idea what the combination was, so she reread the note. Remember your birthday. “The 4th of June, 1990,” she said to herself. She placed her hand on the dial and twisted it. After entering 4-6-9-0, it clicked and opened.
A Vault
Real Treasure
Jemma’s mouth dropped open when she noticed what was on the shelves of the small vault. She quickly realized why her father had visited the farm when she was a child after her grandfather’s death. It was what Peter had left for Adam, and now he was leaving for his daughter. There were bars of thick silver on the shelves. It must have weighed at least thirty pounds. Jemma realized her life would never be the same again.
Real Treasure
