Chapter 6 - The Crates Weren’t Party Decorations
By evening, Dominic had closed the mansion to outside guests under the pretense of a family emergency. Most of the birthday attendees had seen only enough to know something ugly had happened. They were politely ushered out before gossip could settle into certainty.
Inside, Dominic turned the house into an investigation.
He reviewed delivery logs, security check-ins, and service entries from the day. The answer appeared faster than he expected.
Trent had arrived ninety minutes before the party with two long, narrow crates labeled as decorative display stands for the dinosaur theme. He had signed them through side access without waiting for event staff.
The crates had then been moved—not to the party room—but first to the collection wing.
Dominic ordered the crates brought in.
One had already been opened and emptied.
The second still contained packing foam.
Inside that foam were indentations—not for decorations, but for small catalog boxes, wrapped ledgers, and framed documents.
Elena stared at it. “This wasn’t for the party.”
“No,” Dominic said. “It was for removal.”
The first crate had likely been used already.
He sent staff to search the service corridor, the garage rooms, and Trent’s vehicle. Within twenty minutes they found the missing contents hidden in the cargo area of Trent’s SUV beneath a folded tarp.
There were three items.
A framed Hartwell provenance chart signed by Elena’s late mother.
A leather-bound sub-catalog listing the educational assets connected to the trust.
And the sealed appendix packet Gavin had stolen from the archive drawer.
Dominic set the packet on the table but did not open it yet.
He wanted one more truth before he did.
He turned to Elena. “Did Gavin know what these assets were?”
Elena closed her eyes briefly. “Not at first. He thought the Hartwell educational assets were just line items—museum loans, learning grants, children’s programming. Then a month ago he found a reference to the Marbridge Miniature Transit Collection.”
Dominic exhaled slowly.
Now he understood.
The Marbridge Collection was one of the most valuable sub-holdings Elena’s mother had ever secured—a historically significant miniature city-and-rail archive, insured at a level Gavin had likely never imagined. It was technically educational property under the Hartwell structure, held in trust for future public display.
Milo adored it.
So did every child who visited the mansion.
It was also the only part of the private collection that could legally be loaned, toured, or leveraged for outside revenue if the steward approved.
“That’s what he wanted,” Dominic said. “Not just general authority. He wanted the one asset block with mobility.”
Elena nodded miserably. “He told Trent they could move it in stages without anyone noticing if he got my signature.”
Dominic looked toward the birthday room, where the large diorama gifts and dinosaur decorations still stood abandoned.
The detail suddenly fit too neatly. Gavin had hidden a theft plan inside a child’s party because the miniature collection crates and display packing could be disguised as celebration freight.
Milo had been a witness to more than angry voices.
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He had been a witness to preparation.
And that meant the little boy might remember something else—something even Gavin didn’t realize he had seen.
