Chloe covered her mouth. “How did they know?”

Robert’s face darkened. Only four people knew about that safe — Robert, me, Chloe, and, it seemed, Lewis.

Then Evelyn bent and picked a small gold charm off the carpet: a tiny letter V.

“Victoria,” Chloe whispered.

Evelyn slipped it into an evidence bag.

Robert turned to the window. Below, across the street, a black SUV idled at the curb. Its headlights flicked on, off, on again. Robert’s security man reached for his radio, and the SUV pulled away — but not before I saw someone in the back seat lift a phone to photograph us.