Seven months after our divorce, I rushed into St. Jude’s Children’s and Women’s Hospital, still angry at my ex-wife, only to learn that she had just given birth to twin boys, and both of them were mine. Before the night was over, a nurse would place a brass key in my hand and tell me to use it before my own family arrived. And what was waiting for me beyond that was even more shocking.

Marcus Vance turned his face toward the stone wall, crying silently in shame.

I carefully folded the heavy paper and tucked it safely into the inside pocket of my jacket.

“Where are the verified original corporate records kept right now?” I asked Evelyn directly.

“They were kept in the Laurel Street archive,” Evelyn answered smoothly.

“Sylvia was entirely right about that.”

“Are those original documents safe from tampering?” I pressed.

“They were completely safe until yesterday,” Evelyn revealed, her tone changing slightly.

I looked up at her sharply.