“You have an order to inventory,” Victoria said. “Not to interfere with our search.”

“This is not a search, Victoria,” Arthur said. “This is vandalism.”

“We are looking for our father’s true intentions,” Charles said from the floor.

“Your father’s true intentions were for Eleanor to be taken care of,” Arthur said.

“He would never leave this estate to a stranger,” Victoria said.

“I was his wife,” I said.

“For ten years,” Victoria sneered. “We were his blood for forty.”

“Blood didn’t stop you from trying to put him in a home when he got sick,” I said.

Victoria’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t deny it.

“We did what was best for him,” she said.

“You did what was best for your bank accounts,” I said.

Arthur walked over to the desk, standing over Charles.

“Step away from the desk, Charles,” Arthur said.

Charles looked up at him, then slowly stood up, brushing the dust from his knees.

“You won’t find it, Arthur,” Charles said. “We’ve looked everywhere.”

“Then you haven’t looked in the right place,” I said.

I walked over to the tall windows overlooking the gardens.