"There are like twelve silk screens with cherry blossoms."
"Then we check all of them."
They walked in silence for a moment. The manor was quiet around them, the usual sounds of the household muted by distance. Mrs. Tanaka had probably retreated to the staff quarters to lick her wounds and plot her next report to Camille. The rest of the servants would be going about their duties, unaware of the revolution brewing in the family they served.
Isaiah spoke first. "Your mother forged your father's will."
It wasn't a question.
"Looks like it," Cassidy said.
"That's fraud. Inheritance fraud. A federal crime."
"I'm aware."
"If you can prove it—"
"That's what we're trying to do."
