I slipped out of the room quietly, careful not to draw attention. Jeffrey had just finished lunch, and he was already settled in his study with a book, looking calm and untouched by all the chaos in this house.
Vicky was the opposite kind of calm. She floated between spas and shopping trips, and when she was home, she cooked for Jeffrey, hovered around him, and tried to earn his approval with small, sweet gestures. If you didn't know better, you would swear she was just another rich woman living an easy life. Perfect hair, perfect smile, no cracks.
That's why Lewis and I couldn't tell if she was involved with Anna's organization or not.
The Hale estate had cameras everywhere some in plain sight, some hidden so well even the staff forgot they existed. Lewis had set it up like that on purpose. If anyone moved wrong in this house, we'd know.
And when Silas was poisoned, our first thought was simple: it had to be the kitchen.
