Boston Mother Cancels Twenty Two Million Dollar Wedding Gift After Morning Betrayal
“Julian,” I said.
“He was inside the house for eighteen minutes,” Vance said behind me. “The log shows the back door opened at three thirty-two. He did not leave through the front. He went through the kitchen and into the alley.”
“And the alarm did not sound,” I said.
“Because the system believed he was Victoria,” Vance said, the soft click of his tablet closing signaling the end of his presentation. “The card gave him full clearance. He knew exactly where the master panel was, and he knew how to disable the secondary chime.”
I walked over to the mahogany closet in the corner of the study where the household records were kept. My hands were steady as I turned the brass key in the cabinet door. Inside, on the second shelf, sat the red leather binder containing the original estate plans and the security registry.
I pulled the binder from the shelf and laid it flat on the desk. I flipped through the plastic sleeves until I found the signed receipt forms for the security cards.
