Jake crossed his arms. “It doesn’t mean you didn’t either.”
Sally glowered at him, which did nothing to lessen the suspicion upon her.
Another servant on the other side of her scoffed. “Sally, don’t be glib. We all saw you talking to that woman in the wheelchair. What was her name again?”
“Claire,” provided another.
I stood up straighter. Jake and I exchanged a glance.
Looking back at Sally, I demanded, “What did Claire want to speak to you about?”
“Nothing,” Sally said defensively. “She just recognized me from the past. She’s really very nice.”
“Is she?” said another servant. “She’s never been anything but rude to me.”
“Me, too,” said another. “It’s such a pity, because her parents were the nicest people in the pack, may they rest in peace.” That servant glanced at me. “No offens
