Sunlight filtered through the grand windows of the Luxor mansion, but it did little to dispel the tension in the mansion. Richard stood at the head of the vast dining table, his eyes scanning the faces of the servants gathered before him. Each one looked nervous, fidgeting or avoiding his sharp gaze.
He had barely slept, his mind racing with questions about the events of the previous night. Someone had pushed Grandma Eleanor down the stairs, and he was determined to find out who.
“Listen carefully,” he began, his voice cold and commanding. “What happened last night was no accident. Someone in this house is responsible, and I will not rest until I find out who it is. So, we’re going to do this the hard way.” He gestured toward the chairs arranged in a line along the dining room. “One by o
