I sat in my car for twenty minutes and stared at the photo. Then I did the math.
The safe code Sylvia had given her son was Brooke's wedding date, backward. 06-14-25. So 52-41-60. Six digits. Two pairs and a single. The numbers on the card in the photo were 4 digits, not 6, and they didn't match anything I recognized.
But they were on a business card in the safe room, and I had seen that same card somewhere before.
I scrolled back through my photos. Then I found it. The day before the wedding, during setup, I'd photographed the family's seating chart taped to the wall of the bridal suite, mostly because I wanted to know where Delia's name was on the seating list, which was a mistake I'd made years ago and never repeated. And in the corner of that photo, on the desk, there was a small pi
