In the lavish study of the Evans mansion, Mrs. Evans sat behind her polished desk, her tone cool and authoritative as she issued commands over the phone.
"Get me everything on her—background, family, associates. Nothing's too insignificant," she instructed, her voice betraying a sense of urgency.
The detective on the other end listened intently, scribbling notes as Mrs. Evans relayed her directives.
"I want this done discreetly. She can't know she's being watched," Mrs. Evans emphasized, her impatience evident in her tone.
With a brisk nod, the detective assured her of his discretion before ending the call.
As Mrs. Evans leaned back in her chair, a sense of satisfaction washed over her. With the wheels of her plan set in motion, she was one step closer to uncovering the truth about th
