Inside the grand dining room, warm golden light spilled across the polished mahogany table.
Evelyn Harrington was seated at the head of the table, holding a silver demitasse cup, draped in a cream-colored cashmere shawl.Opposite her sat Garrett, wearing an open-collared Ralph Lauren shirt, his hair styled casually, swirling two fingers of single-malt scotch in a crystal tumbler.
Leaning against the marble sideboard was Sheriff Dan Vance, his uniform jacket unbuttoned, chewing on a toothpick with a beige file folder tucked beneath his elbow.
“…it’s completely handled, Evelyn,” Vance was saying with an easy chuckle.“The surveillance footage from the bus depot has a convenient thirty-minute gap due to ‘weather-related electrical failure.’
The girl will be buried as an unidentified overdose or a botched street robbery.
The family attorney can file the probate claims on her estate within thirty days.”
“Good,” Evelyn said smoothly, setting her cup onto the silver saucer with a delicate clink.“She was a common little creature anyway.
