“Did you find it in her room?” Jay asked, his voice sharp and steady.
“Yes, but it turns out her roommate was the thief this time,” the enforcer replied.
A ripple of whispers swept through the room like wildfire.
“What? Did she get influenced by her roommate?”
“Maybe… maybe she was the one who framed her roommate in the first place.”
That last comment came from Olive is exactly as I’d instructed her. Olive was my personal maid, second only to Mary. Though truthfully, I never really saw Mary as just a maid.
Olive turned to the growing crowd, speaking with a calm authority that only added fuel to the fire.
“Think about it,” she said. “She’s the only one who had access to both Miss Melody’s things and her roommate’s at the same time.”
Another voice chimed in from the crowd. “Lydia has
