“The code used to open the vault at three o’clock yesterday afternoon belonged to you, Evan.”

Evan’s face paled.

He looked at Sloane, whose fingers were now tightly gripping her napkin.

“That’s a lie,” Evan said. “I was at my office all afternoon.”

“We have the GPS data from your car,” Lydia said.

She drew out a stack of printed pages.

“And we have something else.”

Lydia’s phone buzzed in her hand, the screen lighting up her face.

She looked at Evan, then at Sloane, and tapped the screen.

Lydia clicked a button on her phone, and a bright blue light illuminated her face in the dimming dining room.

“This is a message sent yesterday at 2:14 PM from Mr. Hayes to Ms. Pierce,” Lydia said.

She looked down at her screen, her voice flat, devoid of any emotion.

“‘Heads up, I’m heading to the estate now,'” Lydia read.

“‘The old man’s seal is still on the door, but I have the master override code.'”

“‘Claire won’t know what hit her when she sees the Latour missing from the registry.'”