“They’re right in the middle of the parcel I sold to the developers,” Marcus said, letting out a bitter laugh. “They’ve already started.”

I froze, staring at him. “What do you mean, they’ve already started?”

“The grading crews,” Marcus whispered. “They brought the heavy equipment in this evening.”

“In this storm?” I asked.

“They wanted to clear the brush before the county inspectors got here tomorrow morning,” he said.

“They’re bulldozing the ridge right now,” Blake said, his eyes widening.

I grabbed my phone from my pocket and checked the screen.

There were three missed calls from Warren Bellamy.

“Bellamy knew about this,” I said, looking at Marcus. “He helped you hide the survey.”

“Warren was just trying to protect the estate,” Marcus said, his voice rising in defense. “If the county finds those graves, the land is locked forever.”

“It should be locked,” I said. “Those are people, Marcus. Our family’s servants, the workers who built this place.”

“They don’t have headstones,” Marcus said, standing up slowly, using the wall for support. “If there are no markers, it’s just empty land.”

“You’re disgusting,” I said.