The officer grabbed Christopher’s upper arm, twisted it behind his back, and brought the second cuff around with a sharp metallic click.

“This is a mistake!” Christopher screamed, his face flushing dark red as he struggled against the officer.

“I’m the executor!

I run the fleets!”

“You run nothing,” Raymond said, his eyes narrowing as he blinked twice quickly.

The officers turned Christopher around and started pushing him down the upper hallway toward the stairs.

I picked up Theodore and followed Attorney Pendelton, keeping three steps of floor between us and the quiet chaos.

When we reached the grand foyer, two women from the kitchen staff were standing near the dining room archway, their white aprons clean and bright against the dark wood paneling.