Obviously, the two of them deserved each other.
And she needed to get out of there. Mrs. Lockwood wasn’t a problem, but someone might come up here in search of her, and she needed to be long gone by then.
“Of course, he’s not,” Rosemary said cheerfully. “Well, I need to go downstairs and collect my husband. But I think it’s probably a good idea if you stay up here for a few more minutes, just in case.”
“Yes, I’ll stay,” Mrs. Lockwood said in a dreamy tone that was probably very different from her normal speaking voice.
Rosemary smiled and then ducked out, the hard drive now tucked into the little evening bag she carried. It didn’t quite fit, and she couldn’t close the kiss-lock clasp on the thing, but with it tucked under her arm, it should be difficult to tell that she was carrying an
