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“No, it isn’t,” Seth said.
Clary came over and gave Oliver a pat on the head. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry, Clary.”
She chuckled and pouted. “What did you do?”
“I’ve been trying to fix my sleepwalking. I really tried.”
“Aww.” She gave him a hug, and Seth narrowed his eyes. “It’s okay.” She stepped back, releasing Oliver.
Still, Seth wondered if he could have a no-hugging-anyone-else rule with her. He wouldn’t hug anyone else.
“Please, both of you,” Clary continued. “Don’t worry about it. Grandma Moretti was just being dramatic. Family—real family—don’t abandon each other. Like you guys.”
Oliver shot a skeptical look at Seth.
“Okay. I can see neither of you is convinced.” She nodded slowly. “I’ll talk to her tomorrow, and you guys will just have to wait and see.”
“I’ll go with you,” Oliver said.
“Gosh, guys.” She chuckled again. “Grandma Moretti isn’t going to hurt me.”
“You don’t know that,” Oliver insisted.
Clary sighed, but gave Oliver a gentle smile. “I do, Oliver. Just like I know you guys won’t hurt me.”
“You can’t compare us to them.”
“You’re sweet. But it’s pointless to go around in circles.” She handed the phone back to Seth. “Detective Murphy didn’t find anything at that address. He had officers watching the place. No one has gone in or out all day.”
“What apartment?” Oliver asked.
“Clary received a mannequin with its face slashed,” Seth said and hooked a hand on Clary’s hip, drawing her toward him. “A UPS courier picked it up from that apartment.”
Clary nodded. “The apartment was rented, tenant paid six months’ rent in cash. Detective Murphy showed Tamara’s photo to the building manager, and he confirmed she was the one who rented the apartment. Neighbors said she received a lot of packages. They weren’t sure if anyone else was living there with her, but Detective Murphy said most of the stuff in the house belonged to a man.”
“Did Edward Eolenfeld arrange a place for Tamara?”
“Of course. Tamara herself said it was a good place, though she did mention in passing that it was nothing like my mansion.”
Seth nodded slowly. “Are there any packing boxes left? Any information on the boxes or what could be in them?”
Clary kneaded her neck. “I don’t know.”
“It’s okay. I’ll call him back.” He walked them toward the elevator, and Oliver strode ahead.
“Oliver, your car was damaged, right?” She glanced over her shoulder. “I don’t see it here.”
“Seth sent it to be scrapped.”
“What about my car?” Clary asked. “Whatever happened to that?”
Seth winced. He’d hoped she wouldn’t remember. “It’s at my office.”
“Why?”
He poked his tongue into his cheek. Because he liked driving her around.
