Carcel let out a low whistle of pure amazement. It was the perfect weapon to end the Oakridge silk scam case.
"And how exactly does Miss Kingsley know about this highly secret safe?" Carcel asked, deeply impressed.
"Lady Celine Farrington," Rowan explained. "She told Delaney everything. Celine knows where the key to the safe is kept. She is going to steal the ledger and deliver it to Delaney in exactly three days."
Carcel stared at Rowan for a long moment. He slowly shook his head, a wide, genuine smile breaking across his face.
"It seems we are both attracted to incredibly capable women," Carcel smiled, thinking of his own brilliant, fierce wife, Ines. "While we were tearing apart the dusty city archives, she simply walked into a dress shop and secured the entire victory."
Rowan nodded his head in complete agreement. His heart swelled with profound love and pride.
"It seems so," Rowan agreed softly, looking down at her elegant handwriting one more time.
