Chapter Eleven
They walked out into the lobby, signed out on the visitor’s log, and walked outside. Wyatt said, “He’s still the same Lucius, isn’t he? Despite having this other side to him.”
“Just as pleasant as ever,” agreed Beatrice. “We could have been in there discussing books and he’d have had the same manner. I don’t think that part of him is a sham at all. After all, he has nothing to gain by being nice to us now.”
Wyatt nodded. “What do you make of what he was saying about Felton?”
“It sounds as if he was supremely well-qualified to be able to see through her. After all, he’s built up his own persona. And he apparently has an expertise when it comes to jewelry. I’m definitely surprised that Felton wasn’t who she said she was, but I’m not quite as shocked as I thought I’d be.”
