You ask, What? That broken piece of matzah we hide in a napkin during the Seder to keep the kids awake long enough to go hunt for it? This is what the big mystery is about?
I’ve used this as my (latest) working title, because my protagonist, Lily, gives her quest for the looted Seder plate a code name. Lily is no Nancy Drew, VI Warshawski, or Aimée Leduc; she’s not a private investigator (either pro or amateur) or policewoman, just an ordinary Manhattan person who instigates a search over three continents when the missing object is something stolen from her family, Arguably, as a journalist she’s armed with skills applicable to this search. And no shrinking violet is our Lily. In fact, “Uncle,” Nachman Tanski, thinks codenaming it is way too cavalier for the seriousness of tracking old Nazis. “This is not child’s play, like hunting for the Afikomen,” he says.
