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ALEXANDER

I had left the manor in a rush, chasing the coattails of the idea that had dropped into my head suddenly.

My wife’s best friend had said she’d gotten the images from the woman, but she’d never said how.

I pushed the headlamps of my eyes back into my head, searching, trying to recollect if Kayla Storm had ever stalked around the manor.

Nothing. Save for the argument Darlene had with her in the living area.

So who had placed the cameras? Fredrick? No.

The little mugwort liked to boast, but I doubted he had the iron balls it took to do something like that.

Or the malice. My twin brother was a white lamb trying to be a dark horse. It didn't come naturally to him, not as it did to me.

My heart raced in my chest when I realized it could have been Mary.

It was the only explanation that made any fucking sense.

My father had queried the ground men and the maid servants that worked in the manor.

Put them in a nice little lime with a nice little Glock pistol cooling on their temples