CHAPTER 26
I FOUND OUT the plan early the next morning. Well, early for me. Nine thirty. I’d never been an early riser, but most of these people looked as if they got up with the larks and did a day’s work before I stumbled downstairs for breakfast. At least I managed to find the kitchen in the maze of rooms that made Shotley Manor look like a council house.
Sofia was at the table, staring into a cup of coffee with rapt concentration, while Gideon sat opposite eating a pain au chocolat. Every so often, he glanced at the iPad by his side, but Ruth kept interrupting him with questions about lunch, which he answered with good grace. And that voice that was like molten caramel to the ears.
“Yes, tomato soup would be wonderful, but all your cooking tastes delicious.”
“Would you prefer chees
