“You did this to yourself, Graham,” I said.

“You wanted the money so badly you didn’t care about grandmother’s legacy,” I said.

“She wanted this land preserved,” I said.

The second trooper stepped forward and produced a pair of handcuffs.

“Mr. Vance, please turn around and place your hands behind your back,” the trooper said.

Graham didn’t move for a second.

He looked at the window as if he were considering running.

“Don’t make this more difficult,” the trooper said.

Graham slowly turned around and held out his wrists.

The metallic click of the handcuffs locking was the loudest sound in the room.

Celeste covered her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking.

“Am I being arrested?” Celeste asked through her tears.

“We will need you to come to the station for questioning, Mrs. Vance,” Investigator Vance said.

“Your name is on several of the loan applications,” Vance said.

“But I didn’t know,” Celeste pleaded.

“Graham told me everything was handled,” Celeste said.

“We will discuss that at the station,” Vance said.

Marisol Keene stood up from her chair, smoothing her wool coat.