A server brought Mila apple juice and a plate of small sandwiches. She climbed onto a chair and placed the paper necklace carefully beside her plate.
I sat across from Priya.
Bianca remained near the door.
“Why is she here?” I asked.
Priya looked at Bianca.
“Because I want her account of what happened.”
“I’ve already told you,” Bianca said. “Adrian instructed me to reserve the suite for his family. A woman and a boy arrived around six. He told me they were not to be disturbed.”
“What woman?” I asked again.
Bianca looked toward Priya.
Priya answered.
“Her name is Claire Bennett.”
The name meant nothing to me.
“Who is she?”
“I don’t know personally,” Priya said. “But the company has records connected to her.”
“What kind of records?”
Priya folded her hands.
“Consulting payments.”
Bianca shifted by the door.
I noticed.
“Did you know that?” I asked her.
