Selena sat on the couch in the Wenford living room, tablet balanced on one knee, scrolling through a sea of headlines and comment threads about Adrian Hoffman.
She knew Erisia had stopped Tennyson and sent him away, and that she had been pursuing a case. Selena hadn't paid it much attention—why would she?—and she'd been quietly pleased that, for whatever reason which she hoped would last a long time, Erisia wasn't coming back to the mansion.
But yesterday, a friend called with news that was too sensitive to ignore.
"It was a planned homicide," her friend had said, voice brimming with the thrill of gossip. "And the one behind it is Adrian Hoffman."
At first, Selena thought it was a bad joke. What could a child of a powerful conglomerate family like the Hoffmans possibly want with Erisia—a country bumpkin?
