" had them installed. My hand closes around the silver hilt of the letter opener. I approach the painting, my eyes narrowed. Like the fake painting of my mother that came, the one that was replaced, this could have been smuggled in. An art dealer. An antiques store. There are a hundred ways someone with excessive money and power could attempt to gain entry into this house. I pull my arm back and stab directly into a red tree, then slash diagonally across, revealing nothing "

― Skye Warren , The Castle (Endgame, #3)