“Cole Brantley is currently being questioned by the state licensing board,” Lydia said.

“His advice does not protect you from a criminal charge of grand larceny.”

Evan reached for the bottle of Latour, his hand shaking.

“Cole said the paperwork was in order,” Evan muttered, his voice losing its strength.

“He said he could clear the sales through his shop without attracting attention.”

Malcolm took out a small notepad and began listing the crates on the floor.

“I need you all to step away from the table,” Malcolm said.

“These items are now under state custody.”

Sloane looked at the crates, then at Evan, her expression turning bitter.

“You told me this was legal,” Sloane whispered to him.

“You told me we would have the funds from the auction by next week.”

Evan didn’t answer her.

His gaze was locked on the letter in my hand.

He recognized the red wax fragments still clinging to the paper.

“Is that from Arthur?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“He knew everything, Evan.”

“He knew about the lodge, he knew about Sloane, and he knew what you would try to do.”