“The man we caught in the woods was carrying the remote detonator for the fire system.”

My heart hammered against my ribs.

I looked at the black device in the bag.

“The fire in the library,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

“It wasn’t an accident,” Alexander said, looking at me.

“No,” Harris confirmed.

“The chemical accelerant in the vial matches the residue found on the library floor.”

“They wanted to destroy the east wing,” Harris said.

“Specifically, the private safe in the study.”

Vivian began to sob openly, her heels slipping on the wet stones.

“I didn’t know about the fire!” she screamed.

“I swear! I only wanted the papers! She said the papers would prove the estate belonged to the family trust!”

“Take them to the cars,” Harris ordered the officers.

Celeste stopped as she passed me.

She leaned in, her perfume thick and cloying even in the damp air.

“You think you won, Elena?” she whispered.

“You are just a maid playing dress-up in a dead woman’s house.”

“Move along,” the officer said, pulling her toward the driveway.