He turned the page to a document bearing a official blue seal from a Swiss bank.

Just as Ethan went to read the document, the security monitor on the wall hummed to life.

A bright white light flashed across the screen, showing the front gates of the estate.

A black sedan was idling just outside the wrought-iron barrier, its headlights cutting through the heavy fog.

The headlights on the screen flickered through the gray mist.

Ethan pressed a button on the intercom panel beside the monitor.

“Who is at the gate, Jeffries?” he asked.

The speaker crackled with static before the security guard’s voice came through.

“It is a corporate vehicle, Mr. Cole,” Jeffries said. “A driver from your uncle’s office.”

My breath caught in my throat, and I took a step back toward the shadows of the library.

“What do they want at this hour?” Ethan asked, his voice tight.

“The driver says he has urgent documents from Richard Cole regarding the board meeting tomorrow,” Jeffries replied. “He is asking to come up to the main house.”