Beneath the key rested a small medallion, the size of a large coin, stamped with the crest of Harrington Maritime, a once-powerful shipping company dissolved decades earlier after a mysterious wreck. The sight punched the breath from Rowan’s chest. His father had once worked on a Harrington vessel.
A thin strip of metal tucked beneath the cloth caught his eye, stamped with a number and an address. Rowan’s hands shook. He had never heard of the place. Did the key have something to do with it, he wondered. His breath was coming along faster now.