(Sebastian)
I enlarged the image on my phone. Ellis stood a few feet from Marcus near the garage exit, and there was no mistaking him. He was looking directly at Marcus while Marcus held the black case. I couldn't think of one reason Ellis should have been there.
Zara took the phone from me.
"What time was this?"
"Seven twenty two."
She looked at the picture again.
"Eight minutes after Marcus copied the files."
Nathan stepped beside her.
"That doesn't look good."
No, it didn't.
Ellis had worked for my grandfather for more than twenty years. He handled private family matters, estate documents, and legal work that my grandfather didn't trust to anyone else. He had also been the person who put marriage papers in front of Zara and me without telling us what they were.
I called him.
