Once he’s gone, we store the boxes in the storage room and finish the work we needed to get done today before the big event tomorrow: last-minute cleaning and paint touch-ups, double-checking our inventory, and running the movie to make sure there aren’t any issues with the reel.
Before we lock up for the night, I grab the ticket I set aside for Spencer.
After saying good night to Daphne and Jack, Audrey and I get in her rental car to head back to Spencer’s office.
I fasten my seat belt. “What was up with you and Carter?”
She shifts into drive. “Who?”
I sigh. “Never mind.” I don’t have the energy to try and dig it out of her.
The rest of the three-block drive is silent. When we get inside, Audrey disappears upstairs without a word.
What is up with her? She can be spoiled and petulant, sure, but silent? Never.
I stand there for a second while her footsteps fade overhead, then I make my way to Spencer’s office.
He looks up when I step into the doorway.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” I cross the room and set the ticket on his desk before dropping into the chair across from him. “For you to confirm.”
“Great. Let me grab the letter.” He opens a drawer, pulls out a key, grabs the ticket, and disappears into the back room.
A few minutes later, he returns, frowning down at the page in his hands.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he says. “It’s fine.” But his voice is flat, and his face is carefully blank.
Chapter Fourteen
Spencer
* * *
“Is there another letter for me?” Vivien asks.
Her words are distant. My focus is still on the first paragraph of Beverly’s note.
I knew what was happening around me, even without Vivien discussing the specifics of her letters, but I don’t think I wanted to accept it.
Now it’s staring at me in black and white.
“Spencer?”
I look up.
Vivien has a crease forming between her brows. “Is everything okay?”
“Oh, it’s fine. The letter confirmed the ticket is the correct item.”
“Is there another letter for me?” she asks again.
My eyes scan over the words again. “No.” My voice breaks, and I clear my throat. “No. Not until after the show this weekend. I have to verify one more task first, it seems. This one won’t have a physical object; I just have to act as witness.” I hold up the ticket.
“Oh, right. That makes sense.”
