Patricia approached slowly. “What did I tell you about sitting here?” she snapped – mynraa

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June refused to move until Mara promised to come too. Lily only moved when I promised the phone would stay with me.

After they left, I stood in the middle of the living room and looked at the mess. Towels on the floor. Book open facedown. The rabbit with one ear bent backward on the couch cushion.

Small evidence. Domestic evidence. The kind people overlook because nothing looks dramatic enough from a distance.

“Mara,” I said, “why didn’t you come to me directly?”

She didn’t get defensive. That made it sting more.

“I tried twice,” she said. “Once before your Boston trip, but Vanessa answered your phone in the kitchen and said you were in a call. Once after dinner last week, but Lily started panicking when she saw me walking toward your study.”

I remembered that. I’d asked Lily why she was crying. She’d said she was tired.

I’d accepted that because it was easier.

Mara picked up the fallen towel basket and set it on the coffee table.

“The girls were afraid you’d think they were trying to ruin your relationship,” she said. “And after Miss Reed started talking about stolen things, I knew what she was building. If I accused her without proof, I was gone.”

She wasn’t wrong.

In houses like mine, the wealthy are assumed complicated. The staff are assumed suspect. Vanessa had understood that faster than I had.

“I should’ve seen it,” I said.

Mara looked toward the kitchen where the girls had gone.

“They needed you to see it,” she said. “That’s different.”

I wish that had let me off the hook. It didn’t.

Cal came back ten minutes later with an update. Vanessa was in the guest suite with a uniformed officer outside. Her access cards were dead. My attorney was on the way. My assistant had canceled the florist, the caterer, and the private jet booking she’d scheduled for our weekend in Cabo.

Then Cal hesitated.

“There’s one more thing,” he said. “You should check your study.”

We went together.