*I need you to find a spare key. The one to the Elmwood cottage.*

*Your mother’s old place?* Dina replied.

*Yes. It should be in the key cabinet in the basement archive. Labelled ‘M.W. Personal’.*

*On my way down now,* Dina wrote.

I locked my phone and slipped it into my pocket.

“The audit must go deeper,” Lorna said, her voice rising. “We need a full forensic investigation of the offshore accounts.”

“There are no offshore accounts,” Vanessa said from the back of the room.

Everyone turned to look at her.

“You are a communications consultant, Vanessa,” Lorna said, her eyes narrowing. “You do not have a seat at this table.”

“I am protecting the brand,” Vanessa said, her voice trembling slightly. “A forensic audit will leak to the press. It will ruin the donation cycle.”

“The truth is more important than the brand,” Marcus said.

I watched Grant’s hand grip the edge of the table.

His knuckles were white.

He was terrified of what a deeper search would reveal.

But they didn’t know about the safe.