Seth didn’t answer right away.

He closed the registry window on his screen and squared the printed pages into a neat stack.

“I need forty-eight hours to follow where the money went after October fourteenth,” he said.

I took the black card off the desk and slipped it into the inside pocket of my coat.

The house was totally silent when I came in through the side entrance at one in the afternoon.

Maisie was upstairs having her afternoon nap, and the kitchen staff had finished laying out the dinner prep.