She watched Elizabeth walk to a hidden spot. A moment later, a man in a hat showed up.
"How are things at Iverson Manor?" the man asked.
Elizabeth said, "Pretty good. That i***t Stephen—there's no way he sees through me. I've already got his full trust. But the confidential files—I can't get them that fast yet. Next Wednesday, nine in the evening, at the Crescent Hotel, I'll—"
Lorna couldn't hear everything—they were too far away. But she caught the important parts.
'Elizabeth is a spy? Is she here to steal Stephen's family secrets?'
She covered her mouth, pulled out her phone fast, and snapped a picture of Elizabeth talking to the man.
Lorna opened her chat with Stephen. Her finger hovered over the photo. She thought for a moment—and didn't send it.
She'd lost too many times agains
