A chill shot up from the base of my spine, like a cold snake slithering up my skin.
It made every hair on my body stand on end.
That was definitely money for the dead.
On the grayish-white, coarse paper, words were clearly printed in cheap ink.
Although the strokes were crooked, it had the number "fifteen" at the front, followed by a string of zeros so long I couldn't be bothered to count them.
But at the end were indeed the words "Heaven and Earth Bank."
'So—'
I whirled around and practically ran across the living room.
I stopped in front of the bedroom door.
The bedroom door was closed.
The dark red wooden door had no decorations. The doorknob was brass-colored and old, its surface worn with a few fine scratches.
I raised my hand, hesitating for a moment at the door.
Then I knocked three times.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet house.
A voice came from inside.
