_Rowena’s POV_
Kasper came back after dark.
I heard the car on the drive and looked up from the account records I had been cross-referencing with Celeste’s lawyers’ notes for the past three hours. Velvet appeared in the doorway a few minutes later with the expression she wore when she had information and was deciding how to deliver it.
“Kasper’s back,” she said.
“I heard.”
“He looks like he has something to say.”
“He always has something to say,” I said. “Send him up.”
He appeared in the office doorway two minutes later, still in his jacket. He looked at the papers spread across my desk, looked at the three empty tea cups, looked at me, and chose not to comment on any of it.
“How was the south?” I asked.
“Productive.” He came in and sat down in the chair across
