Investigator Miller reviewed the documents in the blue folder, then looked at the flash drive in Patricia’s hand.

He took the flash drive and slipped it into his pocket.

“Thank you, Mrs. Taylor,” Miller said to Patricia. “Your cooperation will be noted.”

“I want to ensure my own immunity is documented,” Patricia said, her chin held high. “I was a victim of his deception as well.”

“We will discuss that at the station,” Miller said.

He turned to the two officers.

“Take Mr. Taylor into custody,” Miller ordered.

Mark backed away, his heel catching on the bottom step of the grand staircase.

“No,” Mark said. “Claire, please. We can talk about this. We’re still married.”

“Not for long,” I said.

I looked at Thomas, who gave me a slow, reassuring nod.

“We will file the formal divorce petition first thing in the morning, Claire,” Thomas said.

“And the house?” I asked, looking up at the high ceiling.

“The trust dictates that Hartwell House is to be transitioned into the Eleanor Hartwell Music Foundation,” Thomas said.

“A permanent home for the students,” I said, the words feeling right in my mouth for the first time.