Netta Jade ~upd~ Review

Mr. Ellerby’s hands shook as he poured her a tea. "My parents weren't good people, Miss Jade. They took in children for the money. Netta... she was different. She saw things. Found things. She told my mother that the house had secrets. My mother laughed. But then Netta found my father's hidden lockbox. The one with the stolen goods."

But Whitby had other plans. Or rather, a box did. netta jade

Her last stop was the village of Whitby, England, in a season that couldn't decide between autumn and winter. She had rented a crooked cottage called "The Puffin's Rest," which smelled of damp stone and old tea. Her landlord, a wiry man named Mr. Ellerby, had given her the key with a single instruction: "The stairs creak in F-sharp. Don't try to sneak." They took in children for the money

The foster parents' names were Ellerby.