The photograph slipped from Amelia's fingers.
It landed softly on Damien's desk.
Neither of them looked away from it.
Because the woman in the image was unmistakable.
Victoria Langford.
The strict housekeeper.
The woman who had greeted Amelia on her first day at Blackwood Estate.
The woman who seemed to know everything happening inside the mansion.
The woman Damien had trusted for years.
Silence filled the office.
Then Amelia whispered,
"No."
Damien's expression hardened.
Unfortunately, he wasn't saying no.
He was thinking.
Calculating.
Connecting pieces.
The way he always did.
Finally, he looked up at the investigator.
"How certain are we?"
The investigator didn't hesitate.
"Ninety-nine percent."
Not good enough.
Not for Damien.
But it was close.
Too close.
Ameli
