CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR: I'm Onto You

There were throbbing veins in Zara's neck as she got out of her car. She rushed over to Scott's and saw that it was empty. In a fit of pique, she kicked the front tire and banged the hood with her fist.

"I'm gonna kill you today, Scott," she cursed while rushing into the house. She stormed into the living room, but it was empty.

She had just spotted Margaret's bag on the sofa when the cook came out of the kitchen carrying a tray of cakes and a tea kettle.

"You are home, Zara. Your grandmother has visitors. Would you like to—"

"Where are they?" Zara interrupted.

With a confused look, Abigail responded, "In the garden."

"Is anything the matter?" the older woman asked when she saw Zara dart towards the door that led to the garden by the side of the building.

Zara didn't even respond. As soon as she walked into the garden, the laughter she had heard meters away ceased. She saw Margaret seated with her grandmother, but Scott was nowhere in sight. Where the hell was that snitch?

"Zee, you a