Inside were three burner phones and a vial of clear liquid with a handwritten label.

Vivian came out next, flanked by another officer.

Her face was pale, her expensive makeup ruined by tears and rain.

“I had nothing to do with this!” Vivian shrieked, her voice cracking.

“It was her! Celeste told me we just had to ruin the girl’s reputation!”

“Shut up, Vivian,” Celeste said quietly.

Her voice was entirely devoid of fear.

“You are making a fool of yourself,” Celeste added.

“You’re going to jail, Celeste,” Alexander said, stepping toward them.

“And you will never set foot on this estate again.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Alexander,” Celeste replied, a thin smile touching her lips.

“Your security is very expensive, but it is also very easy to buy.”

An officer nudged her forward, guiding her toward the gravel path.

“We have the logs from the gate, sir,” Harris told Alexander.

“The guard on the north wall took a wire transfer from an offshore account registered to Celeste’s family.”

“He let her accomplice onto the grounds three hours ago,” Harris said.