I follow her down the hallway which leads to the kitchen, using the opportunity to commit this part of the house to memory. Only the maids and the housekeeper have gone into this passage, so I’ve avoided it while Rocco has been home because I don’t want to raise suspicion. But he left early this morning, before my arrival.
“Could I get some ham and cheese, Abby?” Ravenna Pisano’s voice reaches me from the room further down the hall.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Pisano,” the housekeeper’s clipped voice replies, “but the boss said only bread and water.”
I stop in my tracks a step away from the door leading to the kitchen.
“May I get milk instead of water?”
The satisfaction in the housekeeper’s tone of voice isn’t lost on me as she replies, “Mr. Pisano was very clear in his guidelines on the me
