“I’m fine,” I said, though my heart was hammering against my ribs.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone.

The screen lit up with a notification from Malcolm.

The message was brief.

*I have something you need to see,* it read.

*Meet me at the estate gates in twenty minutes.*

I looked at Lydia, holding the phone out so she could see the screen.

“We need to go,” I said.

Lydia looked at the message, her brow furrowing.

“What does he have?” she asked.

“I think he has the key to all of this,” I said, my voice steadying.

“The estate study has a security camera hidden in the library rafters.”

“My father put it there after the break-in in 2018.”

Lydia’s eyes widened slightly.

“Did Evan know about it?” she asked.

“No,” I said, walking toward the hallway to grab my coat.

“Evan always thought my father was paranoid.”

“He never bothered to learn where the cameras were hidden.”

We left Sloane’s townhouse without saying another word to her.

She watched us go from the dining room doorway, her face shadowed by the dim light.