“He’s already on his way, Victoria,” Arthur said.

“This is harassment,” Victoria said.

“This is probate law,” Arthur replied.

Charles looked at his sister, his face filled with sudden dread.

“Victoria,” he whispered. “If they have a warrant…”

“Shut up, Charles,” she snapped.

“We need to find it first,” Charles muttered, the words slipping out before he could stop himself.

Victoria whipped her head around to glare at her brother.

“Find what?” I asked, stepping closer to the gate.

“Nothing,” Victoria said quickly.

But I saw the panic in Charles’s eyes.

He looked back toward the massive brick house, his gaze fixing on the library windows.

“You don’t know where it is either, do you?” I asked.

They had been searching for it themselves.

That was why the house was in such disarray.

That was why my things were being thrown into the back of a truck.

They were trying to clear the house before they found whatever Garrett had hidden.

“Open the gate,” Arthur repeated, his finger hovering over the phone screen.

Victoria looked from Arthur to me, her breath coming in shallow, ragged puffs.