Their discomfort was almost tangible. They shifted their weight, avoided my eyes, and seemed uncertain whether they should remain where they were or find an excuse to leave. The nervous glances they exchanged told me that they were painfully aware of what I must have heard.
I didn't need to ask whether they had been talking about Sage. They had made that abundantly clear.
I also didn't need to ask whether they had been discussing Alice's involvement in the poisoning. I had heard that part perfectly.
For a moment, I considered demanding an explanation. I could have asked them where they had heard the information, who had told them, and whether they knew anything else. They might have been frightened enough to answer, especially now that they knew I had overheard them.
Also, I could have
