Marissa’s hiring documents.
She had been married for three years.
Daniel had died in an automobile accident.
No further details.
Adrian sat very still.
Four years ago.
The same year he had overheard that strange conversation in his parents’ library.
He picked up his phone and nearly called Arthur Bellamy immediately.
Then he stopped.
What exactly would he ask?
Why did you once mention my housekeeper’s late husband?
Why did everyone become silent when I walked into the room?
And why, four years later, is Daniel Keane’s widow struggling to find twenty-eight dollars for infant formula while cleaning my house?
The questions sounded accusatory even inside his own head.
Adrian preferred facts before conclusions.
His grandfather had taught him that.
“Never build the roof before you understand the foundation.”
So instead of calling Arthur, Adrian closed Marissa’s employment file.
Then he sat for another ten minutes doing absolutely nothing.
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