“Search her right now.”

I pulled baby Theodore closer to my shoulder, tucking his blue wool blanket around his neck.

“I haven’t taken anything from this house.”

“Check the nightstand drawers,” Christopher told the taller guard.

“She stole five thousand dollars in cash from the study safe, and three silver serving spoons are missing from the sideboard downstairs.”

Dr.

Wallace stood in the doorway, his leather briefcase clutched tight against his ribs.

He looked down at the brass floor strip and cleared his throat twice, saying nothing.