Aubrey Hale fell, furious and dumbfounded, onto a step stool to look at the stunningly beautiful jade object in her hand. The storage unit was quiet other than the sound of the climate control system pushing perfectly humidified air around the room; but the internal curses she screamed in the direction of her dead husband made her head feel like it was going to explode. Conner had been dead three years, and that was reason number one he was on her shit list. Reason number two was that his company, Conservator Transit, Inc., along with all the headaches that came with it was now her responsibility.What she held in her hands was closer to a catastrohpic brain bleed than a headache because she was pretty sure it was an exact mirror to the jade dragon seal sitting in a nest of shredded paper beneath her bed. If Conner hadn’t already been dead, she’d have divorced him; in fact, she was wondering if she could have him exhumed for just that purpose. She wanted to throw the seal against a wall. Instead, she clenched it until the ache in her fingers worked its way up her arms then sat it gently at her feet. Individually, they were rare and ridiculously valuable. As a pair, they were priceless and fuel for an international fire-storm.
When resignation finally replaced rage, she took out her cell phone to call Jack Douglas, the FBI agent she’d been lying to all day.
"Thanks large, darlin'" she said to no one.