“You mean him being killed so near Toussaint’s establishment, just two nights after breaking into Toussaint’s study? No, I don’t believe it’s a coincidence, either.” Steven leaned forward and clasped Charlotte’s forearm, his blue-gray eyes intent. “How well did you see the intruder the other night? Do you think you’d be able to recognize him?”
“You mean, would I recognize his corpse?” She tightened her lips and tried to be logical about the matter.
Once she’d reached the balcony that night, she had taken a moment to rub her stinging hands after climbing the rough brick wall. She’d barely had time to register that there was a strange man in the room before the door to the study had been flung open. The only light was cast by the burning coals in the fireplace, but she’d been in the dark f
