Marianne took another sip of her tea from the ceramic tea cup she held. “If I’m being frank, when Eleanor called to tell me they had found Rita, and what was more Rita was Macy, I did not believe them. We’ve been having such a rough patch lately that I assumed that this was some sort of elaborate rise for a larger scheme. Imagine my surprise when I got the test result.”
“About that,” Graeme began, finishing the tea biscuit. “I honestly planned on getting someone else to redo the test to make sure, but I wasn’t sure if it was necessary. Eleanor had made it incredibly clear how much she despised Macy after all, so It seems completely unlikely that they would go this far for a ruse.”
“Right?” Marianne hummed. “I thought the same thing too. Anyway, Eleanor wanted me to help her with Macy, ge
