Chapter 3: The Witness in the Foyer

Arthur didn't greet the host. He walked straight toward the center of the room, his eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on Leo. The boy’s lip quivered, and for the first time that night, he didn't look at the floor. He looked at Arthur.
"You thought the silence was your greatest asset, Serena," Arthur said, his voice cutting through the ambient music like a razor. "You thought that by burying the boy’s spirit, you were burying the evidence of your theft."
The guests stopped talking. The silence grew heavy, unbearable. Arthur opened his briefcase, revealing not documents, but a series of audio recorders and a tablet. "I don't have to guess what happens in this house," he continued. "I’ve been listening for six months."