Then she walked past him, not toward the door, but toward the cabinet by the fireplace where the small safe was hidden behind a hinged panel that looked like decorative trim.
A faint metallic click.
The keypad.
Victor stiffened internally.
How does she—
Of course. Rosa knew the code. For petty cash. For documents. For emergencies. Rosa had been trusted with the house in ways Victor rarely trusted anyone with his business.
The safe door creaked open.
Victor heard the soft thud of jewelry placed inside. The rustle of paper. The wallet set neatly on top.
Then the safe closed.
Maya returned to him again. She paused near his head.
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