I had been banished. Technically, it was a "Girls' Afternoon." Lena had called me at 10:00 AM, insisting that I needed to go grocery shopping with her because Sven ate "like a migrating whale" and she needed help carrying the bags. I knew it was a setup. Jaxon had been whispering on the phone with Sven all morning, his voice low and conspiratorial. But since I had nearly poisoned the man with graphite powder yesterday, I figured I should let him have his secrets. When Lena dropped me back at the chalet three hours later, the driveway was empty of contractor trucks. The house was quiet. Too quiet. "Jaxon?" I called out, lugging two bags of groceries into the mudroom. "Mia?" he answered. "In here!" Jaxon’s voice echoed from the back of the house. I followed the sound. It led past th

