Exactly twenty-two minutes after Ethan ordered security to remove me, Samuel walked into the dining room upstairs.

I watched through the security feed.

Ethan held the brass key above his wineglass.

“Maybe it opens a broom closet.”

His friends laughed.

Then Samuel entered, breathless.

“Mr. Calloway, we need the owner.”

The laughter stopped.

Ethan looked around.

“Who?”

Samuel stared directly at him.

“Not you.”

Then he turned toward the private elevator.

The doors opened.

I stepped out.

Lily jumped up so quickly her chair fell backward.

Ethan’s smile vanished.

I approached the table and stopped beside him.

“You wanted to know what the key opens?”

I held out my hand.

Slowly, he returned it.

“The building,” I said.

Nobody moved.

Ethan stared at me as if I had become someone else.

“That’s impossible.”

I slipped the brass key back into my pocket.

“Calloway House. Calloway Holdings. Frank Calloway. You never made the connection because you never asked me a question unless the answer could benefit you.”