“No,” I said.

“My father never trusted him with a duplicate.

He said Caleb was too careless with his belongings.”

Sloan tapped the cracked ring against her fingernail.

“So Arthur Whitmore walked into St.

Anne’s, bypassed the security desk, and left these in your desk.”

“He was on the lobby camera on Friday morning,” I said.

“I saw the footage with the security guard.”