*Jay*
“She’s gone.”
This is the first time I've voiced the words aloud since they began echoing through my mind two days ago. Spoken aloud, they sound incredulous.
"I beg your pardon?" Sir David asks, leaning back in his chair.
"Miss Newmoon. She packed up her things and left her lodgings." I explain.
"What do you make of that?"
I sigh, the truth of the situation difficult to admit. "I may have been duped, sir."
Sir David arches a brow. "The she-wolf wasn’t with you that night?"
"She was."
"Then maybe she was simply unsettled about the murder of Rockberry and being arrested."
I sigh, "There may be more to it than that, sir."
"Explain."
"In Rockberry’s library, there were two glasses of unfinished wine, which leads me to believe Rockberry may have known his murderer."
Sir David
