“Julian lost millions in a bad shipping venture six years ago,” Adrian said. “The family covered it up.”

He stood up slowly, his fists clenched tight at his sides.

He stared down at the ledger as if it were a snake.

“I thought Grant was the mastermind,” Adrian said. “I thought he targeted us from the outside.”

“Grant was just the broker,” I said softly. “The one who knew how to move the art through Europe.”

“And my uncle handed him the keys to the gallery,” Adrian said.

He walked over to the dirty window and looked out into the foggy night.

The streetlights below were halos of yellow mist.

“My sister found out,” Adrian said, his back still turned to me. “That is why she disappeared.”

I stood up and closed the ledger, clutching it tightly against my chest.

“We have the proof now, Adrian,” I said. “We can take this to the authorities.”

“Not yet,” he said, turning back to me. “If Julian is involved, my sister is in far more danger than I realized.”

Suddenly, a sharp sound came from the stairwell outside.