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con?” Simon asked. “Like a Prodigal Son?”
    “No.” Kat shook her head. “Well, not exactly. We think there may be a different will. A real will that gives the company to someone else. And it may be in that desk.”
    The words washed over them all, the truth settling down around them. It seemed to take forever for Angus to say, “Call me heartless, but isn’t the current will…you know, the one that gives our friend Hale about a billion dollars…a good will as far as we’re concerned?”
    It wasn’t an easy question, so Kat wasn’t in a hurry to answer. She sank onto the sofa and thought about Marcus and Marianne and finally the look in Hale’s eyes when he’d told her that the only member of his family he’d truly loved had trusted her most precious possession to him and him
alone.
    “I don’t know, Angus. I really don’t. I just know I need to find out the truth.”
    “Then we find the truth,” Simon said. The Bagshaws nodded.
    “How much time do you think you’ll need with the desk, Kitty?” Hamish asked.
    Kat placed her elbows on her knees and thought. “I honestly have no idea.”
    “The world record for cracking a Petrovich is two minutes fourteen seconds,” Simon said. When the others gaped at him, he shrugged and added, “There are tournaments. I’m a fan.”
    “So the low end is two minutes,” Gabrielle said.
    “Not counting the exit,” Simon filled in.
    “Not counting the exit,” Gabrielle agreed with a nod.
    “Okay,” Hamish said, “if that’s the low end, what would the high end be, do you think?”
    The question hung over them like a cloud, but all eyes turned toward Simon, who admitted, “Some have never been cracked.”
    “Well, if Hazel used the secret compartment, that means she found the secret compartment,” Kat said, reassuring everyone, but mostly herself. “And if Hazel found it, I’m willing to bet I can too. I just hope it doesn’t take too long.”
    “I’ll rig you up with a button cam,” Simon told her. “We’ll all be able to see what you’re seeing, and help if we can.”
    “Good,” Kat said. She was under the distinct impression that she was going to need all the help she could get.
    “Are you sure Marianne doesn’t know how it works?” Gabrielle asked.
    “She swears she doesn’t,” Kat said. “So that means…”
    “It might take all night,” Simon finished.
    “So all night you shall have!” Angus said with a slap of his thigh. Then he scooted close to Simon and whispered, “How do we get her all night?”
    Sweat was beading on Simon’s brow. “I don’t know. No one’s ever done the Basil E. Frankweiler at the Henley.”
    “It’ll have to be someplace the guards won’t check and the cameras won’t see,” Gabrielle said. “Simon, can you arrange that?”
    “No go,” Simon said with a shake of his head.
    “You were able to loop the video feeds before,” Gabrielle said.
    “Yes, but before, the Henley had a chink in their armor. They’ve fixed it.”
    Angus opened his mouth to protest, but Simon cut
him off.
    “Look, we can blind some of the cameras, but it will have to be manual. And temporary. There’s no way I can access their system again. Well, no way to easily access their system on this kind of time frame. We’re definitely going to need a blind spot.”
    “So we just have to find a place with no guards and no cameras for eight to twelve hours in the most heavily monitored museum in the world.” Kat took a deep breath. “Okay. How hard can that be?”
    No one answered, and Kat was glad for the silence. It was times like this when she was supposed to be able to ask her father for advice, her uncle. Her mother. But the truth of the matter was, it was the Henley; and she was the only person she knew who had ever been in and out…clean.
    Well, almost the only person, Kat realized as another thought occurred to her. “I know what we need.”
    “What?” Angus asked.
    Gabrielle met her cousin’s eyes, and