“What did you do?” he shouted.
Outside the mansion, according to the photos Harlan had just sent me, two black vehicles sat parked at the gates. A court officer stood beside a locksmith. Celeste, still wearing silk pajamas and diamond earrings, screamed into the morning air while movers placed numbered seals across the front doors.
“I enforced the trust,” I said calmly.
“You had no right!”
“I had every right. Grandmother gave it to me.”
Dead silence followed.
Then came the smaller, uglier voice beneath his anger.
“She wouldn’t do that.”
