Raymond turned his head slowly toward me.

“Elena, did your father ever say a word to you about selling this house out from under you?”

I smoothed my skirt down over my knee.

“Dad told me to follow Samuel Price’s instructions to the letter.”

“Samuel Price is an old man who moves like cold molasses,” Serena said, adjusting the foil cover on her dish.

“Julian will handle the paperwork once the safe is opened.”

“The safe stays locked until Samuel sits in that study,” Raymond said, staring straight at Serena’s bracelet.