What does that mean?”
“Adrian.”
Arthur’s voice softened.
“Do not question her about Rivergate again today.”
“Why?”
“Because if she has spent seven months in your home without mentioning Daniel, there is a reason.”
“Arthur—”
“I’ll call you tomorrow.”
The connection ended.
Adrian remained beside the window with the phone still pressed to his ear.
He had never known Arthur Bellamy to hang up on anyone.
—
Marissa left at four thirty.
Adrian watched from an upstairs window as she crossed the circular drive beneath a black umbrella.
She walked quickly toward the estate gate.
No car waited for her.
She would take the bus to the commuter station, then the train, then another bus.
Adrian thought of the twenty-eight dollars again.
Then he thought of Daniel Keane.
He spent twenty minutes telling himself that following an employee home would be intrusive and completely inappropriate.
He spent another ten minutes trying
