They moved through familiar rooms rendered strange by circumstance, making their way to her father's study.
The door was locked—a heavy wooden affair with a deadbolt.
"I don't have a key," Sabrina whispered. "Henry has the only copy."
Walker produced a small tool kit and went to work on the lock.
Within minutes, the door swung open.
The study looked untouched—leather-bound books lining walnut shelves, her father's antique desk dominating the center of the room.
But something felt wrong to Sabrina.
"It's too perfect," Walker murmured, scanning the room. "Someone's been here."
"How can you tell?"
"The dust pattern." He pointed to the desk. "Someone's gone through these papers recently."
He tapped his ear. "Was it you?"
She knew he spoke to his brother, Reed.
He hesitated. "Reed says they're scanning the footage. Oh. Man, they found a hiccup in the footage."
Nervous angst pulsed through her. "What does that mean?"
His look turned grim. "It means someone was probably here and blocked the cameras for a bit, then put the footage back with an overlap footage so the security didn't catch it."
Sabrina moved to the desk, running her fingers along its polished surface. "That's not good."
Walker moved next to her, looking around.
She focused on where something could be that her father had hidden. "Dad had a safe. Behind that painting."
Walker carefully removed the landscape painting, revealing a wall safe.
"Combination?"
Sabrina hesitated. "I don't know it."
Walker studied the safe. "High-end. We'd need time and equipment we don't have."
Frustration washed over her. "Then this was for nothing."
Walker tapped his ear. "Reed? Safe?"
She waited.
He shook his head. "They got nothing. They didn't even know it was there."
She was confused. She stared at it, then moved forward, putting in her birthday.
Bam, it opened.
"No way," Walker said.
But there was nothing inside, except a small piece of paper.
