Below it, a message: Tell the bride she has until midnight.

Chloe woke and read it and screamed. “My penthouse. My things are there — my documents, my passport, my laptop.”

Robert was already calling his security team, and Evelyn grabbed her coat. “We need police there now.”

But Chloe sat up too fast, wincing. “There’s a safe.”

We all looked at her. “What safe?” I asked.

“In the closet wall,” she said, pale. “Dad installed it years ago. I barely used it. But last week Lewis asked where my property papers were, and I got scared, so I put the original deed and Dad’s transfer documents inside.”