Arriving home I parked in the street, grabbed my violin and ran through the rain to my side door.

Woof woof woof, slurp slurp.

I’m so happy your home, Sophie. Oops, I tinkled.

“Kanani, down girl, ha ha, come on you need to go out. Let me put this on the table.”

My dog was happy to see me and I was happy to see her too.

I put down the violin on the little table by the back door and let Kanani outside. Then I went back to clean up her mess. I just finished and she was jumping up on the door looking in the window. She didn’t like to be outside without me for very long. Lol.

I let her in and she ran over to the refrigerator and stared at it thumping her tail.

I’m hungry now, Sophie.

I looked at her and laughed.

“Let me get my wet clothes off and I’ll feed you, Kanani.”

She then followed me into my bedroom. I got my damp clothes off, put on stretch jeans and a sweatshirt. Then I braided my dark blond hair. I was just finishing up when Susan came through the front door holding her umbrella in one hand and pizza in the other.

          “Hi Susan, you can just put it on the counter. I will be right there.” I said.

Kanani ran out of the bedroom and over to greet Susan.

Hi Susan.

         “Hi Kanani.” Thump thump thump.

“Hi Sophie.”  Susan put the pizza on top of the oven and pet Kanani.

Oh I like that. Kanani said.

What another violin?” Susan asked me.

“It involves my strange encounter I mentioned,” I told her walking over to it and opening it up.

“I can’t wait to hear about it, let me open some wine and pour us each a glass.” Susan did that and walked back over to look inside with me.

“Hmm, some lady came in before closing and left this with me, saying it is from my grandfather and I would understand. My grandfather is always up to some adventure or something mysterious, but this is strange indeed. I have lost track of where he is at the moment. Unless he joined a Monastery like he always talked about doing after Grandma died.” I told Susan, taking out the violin. I searched through the case. Nothing, I looked inside the violin. It didn’t have a name. I put my finger through the hole and felt around.

“There’s something in here.”

“Sophie, don’t you still have your luthier tools?

“Yes, I’m sure I brought them with me when we left Hawaii. Let me go check.” I looked for Kanani. She was staring at the pizza.

“Let me feed Kanani first, before she devours our pizza, Susan.”

I walked over to the fridge and took out Kanani’s food placing it in front of her. Then I walked into my bedroom and looked in the closet. I came out carrying my tools. It had been a long time since I had used them. In fact, these tools are the same ones Grandpa had before he gave them to me and taught me how to use them to make the violin I play all of the time. I picked up the violin; took it out of the case and set it down on the table. I took off the strings, popped the top off with my trusty little tool.

“Hmmm, I don’t know if I just ruined the violin.” Then I saw something!

“Look, Susan!” An envelope is taped on the inside of it.”

“Wow that was clever Sophie. What’s in it?”

“Thanks,” I replied. “Let’s see.”

I carefully removed the envelope and placed the top back on without securing it. Then I put the violin back in its case. I would have to deal with that later.

“Let’s get our pizza and wine then go sit by the fireplace and read this.”

“Ok, I’ll grab the pizza and make the fire.” Susan told me. She placed the pizza on the coffee table and walked over starting the fire.

I grabbed the wine and turned on the TV on low then sat on the couch. Susan joined me a few minutes later.

“Ok, let’s see what it’s in the letter,” I told Susan with excitement. My hands were shaking as I unfolded the letter. I began reading:


“My dear Sophia, I have sent you this message because time is of the essence for you to accomplish what I am asking of you.

         I have made a decision to enter the Trappist Monks in Begrolles-en-Maugges. This is in Western France, not far from Normandy. I am extremely happy about this decision and I have turned all of my property over to you. You must go to Le Mont Michel in France; in a vault you will find the Stradivarius Violin. It is essential you get this violin and prove to the world that you are the rightful heir. The sooner you do this the safer you will be. I am sorry, but leaving this to you has already put you in grave danger. Monsieur Gaspard must be exposed and arrested as soon as possible. He wants this violin and will stop at nothing to get it. All will be revealed when you enter the vault located in the village by the Church in Le Mont Michel, France. You will also discover our real heritage, a story you have never known. Not even your dear father had the opportunity to find out the truth before his early death. You must be very careful.

         My father hid the Stradivarius during World War ll from the Nazis in Le Mont St. Michel. He received it from his father, and his father received it from his father. You get the idea; it has been in our family since 1690 when it was made.

         I am going to give you some hints to attain the passwords to enter this vault. You will find a hint in Austria at the Eagles Nest. You must look out over the mountains at sunset. Read Psalm 107, what you find at the Eagles Nest is in this Psalm.

To enter the first vault, you need to memorize 2012stradivariussophia and destroy this letter. God speed my love and know that I am praying for you and will the rest of my life.”


I Love You,






I put the letter down and looked at Susan; her eyes were wide with astonishment. I could not believe what I just read either.

“I can’t believe this Sophia.”

“Me either,” I replied getting up. “Let’s look up that Psalm.”

“Sophia, look.” Susan pointed at the television.

I stopped and turned around, then went over and turned up the volume. The reporter was saying:

There has been an accident in Coupeville tonight at the ferry: There was gunfire and a woman named Rachael McFarland was shot; then she disappeared. We don’t know the extent of her injuries. There are torrential winds with heavy rain; the police have closed the ferry for the rest of the evening.”

The wind was whipping through the reporters hair and he was having a hard time keeping his balance. As he was trying to finish his report, the power went out!


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