The girl swallowed.
“She gave it to me three weeks ago,” she said. “She told me if anything happened, I had to find you. She said you’d recognize the scratch.”
Before Ethan could ask more, his phone rang.
It was Logan Pierce, head of security.
“Sir, you need to come back to the house. Now,” Logan said. “Someone broke into Olivia’s study. System was disabled from the inside. Your brother, Ryan, is here—with Caldwell. They’re calling it a robbery.”
Ryan Hayes.
Victor Caldwell.
The names landed like stones.
Ryan was his younger brother—polished, charming, and sharp beneath the surface.
Caldwell had been the family’s lawyer for decades. A man who knew where everything was buried—and how much it was worth.
Ethan tightened his grip on the bracelet.
“You’re coming with me,” he told the girl.
In the car, the girl finally spoke.
Her name was Lily Brooks.
She sold bread with her aunt at a market in Newark.
Three weeks earlier, a nervous, pale woman had started coming to her stand—always late, always wearing a scarf and dark glasses.
The first time, Lily noticed her hands—refined, out of place.
The second time, the bruises.
The third time, the woman asked if she could keep quiet.