“Good, good,” he said, giving another pat on his shoulder. Then he left, headed straight for the bar to refill a glass he just emptied.
Noah tried to figure out what that exchange meant, whether Emerson knew of Noah’s visit to the house on the weekend he’d been away. Had Stefan said something, or even Mr. Taustine? What seemed more likely were the security cameras, or even a suspicion from Chief Roy Hatcher. He wasn’t dumb; his stopping by the mansion during his and Stefan’s luncheon couldn’t have been coincidence.
Which meant Noah needed to keep his wits about him. There were motives and agendas swirling amidst this crowd, he among them.
But all his suspicions would have to wait, because finally, coming through the door was Cilla, Demetri holding her arm as she took the last couple ste
