Camilla must have known for a while that Lewis was watching her.
Even the authorities had questioned her more than once, but nothing ever stuck. No evidence solid enough. No loose thread they could pull without it snapping back. So when I started circling Elena's death, asking questions no one wanted answered, it probably didn't shock her.
What she couldn't understand was why I wouldn't let it go.
Why I kept digging when it wasn't "my place."
This was the first time since I'd come back that she faced me without pretending. No polite smiles. No public mask. Just steel in her eyes and a blade in her hand.
"Did you have anything to do with Elena's death?" I asked, letting my voice shake, letting fear bleed into it on purpose.
