They were my eyes.
“Claire,” she said.
I stopped several yards away.
“Where is Evelyn?”
“You resemble Lucas more than I expected.”
“Where is she?”
Lenora glanced at Daniel and Thomas.
“I invited my granddaughter, not Carl’s servants.”
“They’re coming inside.”
Her mouth curved slightly.
“You have Carl’s stubbornness too.”
We entered a hall filled with portraits. Lenora led us past a marble staircase and into a glass conservatory overlooking the lake.
At the center stood a tea table set for four.
There were five of us.
“I assumed Father Thomas would refuse refreshments,” Lenora said.
“I refuse everything you offer,” he replied.
“You once accepted my campaign donations.”
“And returned them.”
“After using them to repair your church roof.”
Thomas’s face reddened.
I stepped toward Lenora.
“Stop playing games.”
She looked at me for a long moment.
Then she touched a silver button beside the fireplace.
