CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
As Cassie stood, frozen by the realization that the statue could have been aimed deliberately at her, she heard a shout.
“What is happening? What was that?”
Pierre rounded the corner at a run, sprinting up to where she was standing.
Cassie saw genuine astonishment in his face as he stared at her, then up at the balcony, breathing hard.
All she could think at that moment was that it hadn’t been Pierre who pushed that bust over the edge. It would have been impossible for him to have run all the way from that upper balcony, down the staircase, out of the front door, and around the side of the house in such a short time.
“It fell as I was passing,” she said, her voice high and shaky. “It almost hit me.”
“It fell? That statue could not simply fall. It has been in place
