He stared at the photo. “A warehouse. It stood on land I needed cleared for development. Officially, it was condemned. Nobody inside.”

“And unofficially?” I asked.

He looked at Chloe, his voice breaking. “I was told later there may have been a man sleeping there.”

“But you covered it up,” Evelyn said.

“Yes,” Robert whispered.

Before anyone could speak, Chloe’s phone buzzed with a video from an unknown number. It showed Victoria in a dim room, smiling faintly.