Olivia stood at the end of the hallway, watching Ethan's door close behind her. For a brief moment, she considered knocking.
Perhaps she should tell him what she had been thinking about Detective Ross. Perhaps she was simply overthinking everything. But something deep inside refused to let it go.
The conversation between Ross and Marcus Hale replayed vividly in her mind.
Marcus hadn't looked afraid. If anything, he had looked... disappointed. Almost as though Ross had failed to do something he was expected to do.
Olivia sighed softly. "No," she whispered to herself. "I'm not imagining it." She turned and walked away.
If Ross was hiding something, she needed facts before she accused anyone.
Downstairs, Alexander stood beside Clara as the wooden box rested silently on the large dining
