“The ones he wrote in the weeks before his vehicle went off the road.”

Eleanor’s shoulders tensed.

“Those are at the main estate,” she whispered.

“In the wall safe in the study.”

“Does Gregory have the key?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “The safe belongs to my family.”

“Only I have the combination.”

She reached into her handbag and pulled out a small, silver key ring.

“But Denise has the gate codes changed regularly now,” she added.

“She has been running the house like a fortress since the subpoena arrived.”

I looked at the car keys in my hand.

“Then we go now,” I said.

“Before Gregory realizes you aren’t coming back to his office.”

She nodded, a sudden spark of resolve in her faded eyes.

“Yes,” she said. “Let’s go.”

We got into the sedan, the leather seats hot from the sun.

I started the engine and threw the car into reverse.

As we drove past the military security checkpoint, the guard saluted.

I drove onto the state highway, heading north toward the coastal cliffs where the Richards estate sat.

The silence in the car was heavy.