Archie
I was walking past the estate office on my way to the garage, my mind still lingering on the previous evening's conversation with Thea, when I caught fragments of a conversation through the partially open door that made me slow my steps without quite meaning to eavesdrop.
"—something isn't right about her," Linda was saying, her voice low but insistent. "I've worked alongside Thea for six years, Mr. Grant. I know how she walks, how she talks, the way she's always done things. And these past few months, none of it adds up anymore."
Harold Grant, the estate manager, sounded distinctly unimpressed. "Linda, I appreciate your diligence, but this sounds like it's veering into something else entirely."
"It's not jealousy, if that's what you're implying."
"I'm not implying anything," G
