Then, she turned and walked back toward the hallway.

In the monitoring room, the silence was heavy and suffocating.

The hum of the computer servers felt incredibly loud in the small space.

My father closed his eyes for three long seconds.

When he opened them, the sorrow had been replaced by a quiet, burning anger.

“She thinks she has planned everything,” my father said, his voice barely a whisper.

“She does not know we are still on the property, sir,” Ramiro said.

“What do you want to do?”

My father stared at the screen showing his empty, dark study.

The blue binder sat quietly behind the glass doors of the cabinet.

“We cannot let her know we saw this,” my father said.

“If she realizes we are on to her, she will destroy the rest of the evidence.”

“We need to know exactly what is written on that paper,” Ramiro agreed.

“Go down there,” my father commanded.

“Use the servant’s passage to reach the study.”

“Wait until she goes upstairs to her bedroom.”

“Then, bring me that note.”

Ramiro nodded, his expression grim.