“What is that?” I asked.

“It’s a quitclaim deed,” Ethan said, his voice flat and cold.

“You’re going to sign it over to my holding company,” he said, pointing a finger at me.

“And then you’re going to give me the original trust papers Rose brought.”

“I don’t have them,” I said.

“Then we’re going to wait here until Rose brings them to you,” Ethan said, pulling a pen from his pocket and throwing it next to the paper.

He stepped back toward the attic door, his eyes darting between the three of us.

“You think this will save you?” Daniel asked, his voice calm.

“It’s the only way,” Ethan said. “They are waiting downstairs in the driveway.”

My heart stopped. “Who is in the driveway?”

“The men I owe,” Ethan said, his jaw twitching.

“If I don’t come down with the signed deed and the trust documents in ten minutes, they are coming in.”

He wiped his brow, his hand shaking violently as he held the gun.

Just then, the small octagonal window flashed with a sudden, blue light.