Chapter 7 - Analyzing The Shattered Glass Fragments In The Conservatory
Back at the estate, the conservatory floor had been swept clean by morning, but the lingering aura of violence remained. I crouched down near the French doors where the blue uniform had lain the night before.
Among the scattered shards of crystal from the broken vase, I noticed a tiny metallic cylinder wedged into a floorboard crack. I pried it loose with my pocketknife, wiping away the dirt to reveal a miniature recording device.
Celeste hadn't just been attacking the nurse; she had been searching for this exact bug. She knew Delia had overheard her conversations regarding Ewan's murder in the quiet hours of the night.
I slipped the micro-recorder into my pocket and walked straight to the grand staircase leading to the upper master suites. The heavy oak door to Celeste’s private dressing room was locked from the inside.
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"Open the door, Celeste," I said, my voice echoing down the vaulted hallway. A soft rustling sound came from within, followed by the sound of a zipper sliding shut against expensive silk.
"We have nothing left to discuss, Julian," her voice drifted coldly through the solid wood. "The lawyers will handle the annulment by Monday morning."
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