“You are under arrest for conspiracy, wire fraud, and grand larceny,” the marshal said, his voice flat and professional.

I watched the metal cuffs click shut around Grant’s wrists.

The sound was surprisingly quiet in the large room.

They turned him toward the door, his arms pinned behind his back.

He did not look back at me as they led him out.

Daniel gathered his papers in silence, refusing to meet my eyes, and left through the side door.

Only Lena and I remained in the boardroom.

I walked over to the window and looked down at the street below.

The black town cars were parked along the curb, their hazard lights blinking through the gray rain.

“What about Darrow House?” Lena asked, standing behind me.

“I want the keys by Friday,” I said, my reflection faint in the glass.

“The appraisal is finished,” she said. “The Mercer name is still carved into the stone gates.”

“I am going to have it chiseled off,” I said.

I watched a pedestrian struggle with an umbrella on the sidewalk below.