“She built the trap herself,” I said.

“And now she’s trying to push Brielle’s twins through the same door.”

I took out my phone and snapped a clear photo of Clause Forty-Two under the library lamp.

“If Brielle’s twins aren’t Spencer’s biological children, Rosalind loses her whole voting majority the second the board sees Vance’s report,” Theo said.

“She knows it,” I said.

“That’s why she texted me yesterday offering five million more.”

A library assistant walked past our table and glanced at the open volume, but didn’t say anything.