Tabitha stood up and started screaming at the camera crew to shut off their equipment.

“No—keep them running,” I said, with a calm I didn’t know I had. “You wanted to record your big victory, so you should record the ending too.”

“This is a total setup!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs.

“No,” I told her. “You dug this hole yourselves, and my father just made sure you couldn’t climb back out.”

Penelope opened a laptop and played a video that made everyone freeze.

My father appeared on the screen, thin but with a gaze as sharp as a razor.

“If you’re watching this, it’s because you were just as greedy as I expected you to be.”