“Oh, please do not tell me the former Mrs. Harrington has taken up residence in spectral form?” Worthington delivered the coffee to Grant.
“No. At least…not that I know of. That would be…” Grant shivered at the thought. “I’d move out.”
“Of Harrington House?”
“No. You’re right. I wouldn’t just move out. I’d demolish the place after I have a religious leader from every denomination banish her spirit to the great beyond.”
“An excellent idea, sir,” Worthington answered.
Grant took a sip of his second cup of coffee. “You got rid of that box and note, right?”
“Yes, sir. I threw it in the trash last evening before I retired.”
“Good,” Grant said. “I don’t want to see anything from her ever again. I don’t even want to go to the funeral.”
Worthington nodded as he clasped his hands in front of him. “I understand, sir. And I may say that you would not be welcome, perhaps.”
Grant sucked in a breath. “Well, I thought I may need to go to support Sierra, but I doubt she’s going to go either. Apparently, she went to Lydia’s last night, too.”
Worthington’s eyebrows shot up.
“Yeah,” Grant said as he nodded at the man’s silent response. “She went after you, so you’re off the hook, technically.”
Worthington pressed his lips together. “I would never breathe a word of that to anyone, sir. I went to the police station to protect the family. And I would very much like to thank you for the support you gave me last night.”
“Julia was right,” Grant answered. “You’re a member of this family. And we protect our own.”
“Thank you, sir. I am honored.”
“Anyway, Sierra went there to kill her, but didn’t do it. Apparently, they got into it again, and she left upset. So, I doubt she’ll be going to the funeral.”
“Probably not.”
“And…don’t worry about protecting the family. Last night, Alex Stone found that the video footage of Lydia’s door had been tampered with. That means someone else could have been there after you and Sierra. Her killer covered his tracks very well.”
“Interesting. Do you plan to go to the police with the information?”
“No. It’s so subtle, they’ll probably miss it because they’ll be so hellbent on pinning it on Sierra.” Grant heaved a sigh as he shook his head, hoping they could find some proof to clear all of their names.
A knock interrupted their conversation.
“Yeah?” Grant yelled as he cradled his coffee close to his chest.
The door swung open, and Julia popped her head in.
The pensive expression on his features faded into a smile, and he rose from his seat. “Hey, there you are.”
“Good morning. I…fell asleep in my office last night,” she said with a wince.
He studied her features, wondering why they looked taut. Was it just a bad night’s sleep or was there something else?
“May I bring you anything, Mrs. Harrington?” Worthington asked.
She shifted her weight, offering their butler a fleeting smile. “No, thank you.”
He studied her face as he sipped his coffee. She seemed nervous. Why?
“I will leave you to talk,” Worthington said, skirting past them and easing the doors closed behind him,
