Chapter Nine
Beatrice frowned. “But surely it wasn’t obvious what you were doing. You might have been getting money out of the ATM for yourself, after all.”
Rowesa shook her head. “It was Felton Billows. She’s a friend of Mrs. Bradwell and knows I’m her errand-runner, just like that teen boy is hers. She watched me separate the money out.”
Beatrice persisted, “But still, you could have been separating it out for your own purposes. Maybe you had a specific amount you were setting aside to pay for your rent or your childcare.”
“The problem is that she immediately called me on it. I didn’t realize she was there because I had my back to her, of course, so I didn’t have time to come up with a lie or to even tell her it was my own transaction. Mrs. Billows immediately said, ‘That’s Mrs. Brad
