Lydia stared at the image of Kane Manor’s west wing. Not because of the door, but because of the timestamp in the corner. It had been taken less than three minutes ago. The sender wasn’t reminding them about the manor. They were showing them they were there.
Now.
She immediately called Dominic. He answered on the first ring. She didn’t waste time explaining—she simply sent him the photograph. There was a long silence on the other end before he spoke.
“I’m fifteen minutes away from Kane Manor.”
Lydia told him not to go inside alone. His reply reminded her of the man she had first married—not the controlling husband, but the man who believed he could protect everyone.
“If someone is destroying evidence, fifteen minutes might already be too late.”
The line went dead.
Lydia immediately
