Vault: Book One

Vaughn Clemmens has never fit anywhere. Too honest to sell real estate, too odd for the small town that raised her, too quick to let anyone get a real look at her. She's spent ten years folding herself down to a size that fits.
Then she gets fired, lands back in New York cat-sitting at her best friend's loft, and a woman in red stops her on a SoHo sidewalk like she's been waiting for her.
Charlotte James has a job for her: trace the history of a Gramercy townhouse that doesn't officially exist. No deed. No owner. A hundred years of taxes paid by no one. The deeper Vaughn digs, the stranger it gets - a house that's kept but never lived in, a whole city of people who all somehow know each other, and a grandson named Whitt whose mouth she can't stop thinking about.
The job was supposed to be about the house.
It was never about the house.
Slow burn. Old money. A city full of secrets. And a woman who can find anything - except the truth about herself.