“Star,” he murmured. “That’s not an offshore bank. Evelyn wouldn’t use something so obvious.”

He sat back down and opened his laptop, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

“I’ve been looking through the registry of maritime holding companies,” he said, squinting at the screen. “Your grandmother was very old-school. She trusted land and sea, not digital funds.”

I leaned over his shoulder, watching the numbers scroll past.

“Look at this entry from nineteen-eighty-four,” Daniel said, pointing to a line of text. “First Star Holdings, LLC.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“It’s a maritime real estate trust,” Daniel explained, his voice rising with excitement. “Evelyn registered it under her maiden name.”

He clicked through several pages of scanned deeds and tax records.

“Emily, this is unbelievable,” he whispered. “First Star doesn’t own the restaurants themselves. It owns the physical land beneath them.”

I stared at the screen, my heart hammering.

“The land?” I repeated.

“Yes,” Daniel said, turning to face me. “The Cumberland Avenue estate, the downtown flagship, the harbor bistro—every single property. The restaurants lease the land from First Star.”

“And who owns First Star?” I asked.