One afternoon she accidentally left her wallet in my back seat.
I found it after dropping her off.
Without opening it, I carried it back into the house.
When she saw the thick stack of cash untouched inside, she looked at me strangely.
Almost thoughtfully.
As if she had made a decision.
A week later, I arrived at the estate and immediately sensed something was wrong.
All four of her children were gathered in the living room.
Mrs. Whitmore stood in the center, pale and visibly shaken.
“My diamond brooch is missing,” she announced.
Silence filled the room.
Then she added the words that nearly stopped my heart.
“You were the only person outside the family in this house this week.”
