Elara looked at Silas. Silas looked at the floor. The chandelier’s crystals tinkled once, softly, as if laughing.
"Reading," Mara repeated, finally turning. Her eyes swept past Elara to the tall, silent figure by the fireplace. Silas Crane, the family’s lawyer. He held a snifter of brandy he hadn't touched. "And you, Mr. Crane? You were with her?" Mansion -Alibi-
She pointed to the smear on the floor.
Mara filed that away. She walked to the base of the staircase, noting the single, scuffed shoe print on the third step. The victim had been pushed. Or he'd fallen backward during a struggle. The coroner would tell her which, but motive was already whispering in her ear. Elara looked at Silas
"About the documents?"
The rain hammered the windows like a fist demanding entry. "Reading," Mara repeated, finally turning