He didn’t look over his shoulder. He didn’t search the shadows of an alley. He smelled of salt water, sunshine, and clean sea wind.
Mounted in solid teak on the cedar wall of the pavilion behind our rocking chairs…
Beneath a clean pane of museum-grade non-reflective glass…
Was the Four-Inch Solid-Titanium Transponder Key.
Beside it, resting inside a velvet-lined rosewood shadowbox, was the broken gold nib of Chief Justice Arthur Vance’s Montblanc fountain pen.
And beside the pen, preserved in a miniature bronze frame…
Was Arthur Mercer Senior and Ethan Vance Senior’s original handwritten 1944 sovereign survey patent:
THE MERCER-VANCE HOMESTEAD // PARCEL 10
ACREAGE: 40 MILES OF SUBTERRANEAN BEDROCK
STATUS: SOVEREIGN & UN-ENCUMBERED
HELD IN TRUST FOR THE LINEAL HEIRS // AD INFINITUM
INSCRIPTION: BUILT PLUMB. HELD TRUE.
BALANCE DUE: ZERO.
A pair of white-tailed sea hawks broke from the high canopy of the northern pines along the shore, circling high on the thermal updrafts above the water, their broad wings catching the sun as they banked clean, deep, and free across the limitless blue American sky.
