Itana’s bathroom had been updated more recently than the other two, but her bedroom furnishings were simple: a large, soft bed with a teddy bear on it, a nightstand with a laptop bag sitting on it, and a bureau with a large TV on it and a framed picture.
“What is that?” he asked the housekeeper.
“Oh, she uses the TV for a computer monitor somehow,” she said. “Something to do with that new-fangled Wi-Fi.”
That wasn’t what Marish meant, but he didn’t say so. Instead, he walked over to the bureau and picked up the framed picture.
It showed Sekheret in a gold silk tunic and leggings, and Itana in a red and gold sari, both decked out with the jewelry and face paint of a traditional betrothal ceremony. There was something stiff and unnatural about the way the two were posed that Marish could
