“Catherine must have been in here,” he murmured.

“The lock is undone.”

“Does she know?” Sloane asked.

“She doesn’t know anything,” Nathan said, his voice flat.

“She is too focused on the pregnancy.”

“We need to move the rest of the funds before Margaret Crane starts asking questions,” Sloane said.

“I will call the offshore bank tomorrow,” Nathan said.

I heard the click of the desk lamp being turned off.

The room plunged into darkness.

Their footsteps retreated down the hallway toward the kitchen.

I waited in the dark, clutching the thick blue folder to my chest.

My knees felt weak, but I forced myself to move.

I slipped out from behind the drapes and crept out of the study.

I walked quickly to the guest bedroom at the far end of the hall, slipping inside and locking the door.

This was the only room Nathan had not touched with Sloane’s design plans.

I turned on the small bedside lamp.

I sat on the edge of the mattress and opened the folder.

The documents inside were meticulously organized.

The first page was a corporate registration for “Vale Design Partners LLC.”