Bryan pushed open the heavy oak door, and the two slipped inside silently. The office was magnificent, its elegance matching the rest of the estate.

Dark mahogany furniture gleamed under the faint moonlight filtering through the tall windows, and the air smells faintly of aged books and old cigars.

Lily’s gaze darted to the floor-to-ceiling bookshelf Bryan had mentioned. It spanned the entire back wall, filled with files, leather-bound volumes, and odd-looking arts and ...