The party had not
been for my return.
It had been for something else.
Maybe the approaching sale. Maybe the next transfer. Maybe the belief that I was too far away to notice.
Samuel leaned forward. “Daniel, there is another reason I came here instead of the house. Early this morning, I received a message from your family office requesting emergency authorization to move several files from the Dallas property archive to off-site storage.”
“Who requested it?”
“Margaret.”
Emma stood. “The office.”
“What office?” I asked.
“The one near the library,” she said quickly. “Your father’s old desk is there. That’s where she keeps the locked cabinet. I saw her and Jennifer going through papers last week.”
Samuel’s expression sharpened. “What kind of papers?”
“I don’t know. But Jennifer said something about making sure Daniel never saw the original.”
“The original what?” I asked.
Emma shook her head. “I couldn’t hear.”
