I ended the call and slipped the phone back into my purse.

“We need to go to the house,” I told Arthur.

“What did she say?” Arthur asked, letting the elevator doors slide shut.

“Daniel hid a digital key in the study,” I said. “It accesses an offshore account.”

Arthur nodded, his expression turning grim. “If we find that key, we can prove he hidden assets from the court.”

We took the next elevator down to the parking garage.

The drive to the Carter estate took forty minutes through the afternoon traffic.

The sky was a heavy, bruised gray, and the first drops of rain began to hit the windshield.

Arthur parked his sedan in the gravel driveway, right behind Daniel’s luxury SUV.

My heart beat a steady rhythm against my ribs as I unlocked the heavy front door.

The house was completely quiet, smelling of lemon polish and damp wool.

We walked down the long hallway, our shoes squeaking slightly on the polished hardwood.

I led Arthur into the study, a dark room lined with leather-bound books that Daniel had never read.