“Good. From this moment on, you know nothing. You saw nothing. You were never involved.”
“Mrs. Carter—”
“Grace, listen to me. If Ethan is willing to destroy his wife, he will not hesitate to destroy a housekeeper.”
Her eyes filled again.
“I don’t care about losing my job.”
“I care about you losing more than that.”
She went silent.
I took the photographs and documents, folded them into the envelope, and tucked it under my apron.
“Where is the security office?”
Grace blinked.
“The basement, west wing.”
