Lucien replayed the footage.
Again.
And again.
The hooded figure never appeared to force a lock.
Never climbed through a window.
Never triggered an alarm.
It was as if…
They had every right to be there.
Damien stared at the screen.
“I don’t understand.”
“There are only three keys to this house.”
He counted them off.
“Yours.”
“Mine.”
“And Grandfather’s.”
Lucien didn’t answer.
Instead, he paused the recording.
The intruder had turned their head for the briefest second.
A silver watch peeked out from beneath the sleeve.
Not expensive.
Not flashy.
But familiar.
Lucien zoomed in.
My stomach tightened.
“You recognize it?”
He nodded slowly.
“I’ve seen that watch before.”
“Where?”
He didn’t answer immediately.
Then his eyes met mine.
“On Thomas.”
Silence.
I blinked.
