“And Caleb Henson?” Evan asked.
Lila picked up her tea and drank it cold. “Caleb knows glass. I noticed the first day. The way he angled the LEDs, the way he handled the cradles. That’s not common knowledge.”
Margot glanced at Evan. He gave her a small, controlled look that saidfollow that.
They found Cass Whitley on the terrace. Lila’s assistant. Twenty-three, paint-stained fingernails, red-rimmed eyes.
“Cass?” Margot sat beside her on the bench. Evan leaned against the railing a few feet away. He was good at that. She was starting to rely on it, which scared her a little and comforted her more.
“Where were you when the lights went out?” Margot asked.
“Near the bar. I’d just gotten a sparkling water.” Cass twisted a ring on her finger. “Everyone was talking and then it went dark. I just stood there.”
“Lila mentioned you were talking to someone by the bar around eight thirty.”
Cass’s cheeks colored. “One of the décor guys. Caleb. He was asking about the ornaments, the firing process. He seemed really interested.” She paused. “He was nice. He bought me the sparkling water.”
Margot kept her expression neutral. She’d learned that from watching Evan. The steady face. The silence that invited more.
“Did he ask about the display case? The lock, the keycard?”
“Not exactly.” Cass twisted her ring. “But he asked how Lila secured the pieces in the cradles. Whether she used adhesive or just the velvet grip. He said he was curious from a display perspective.”
Behind her, Evan shifted his weight against the railing. She didn’t need to look at him to know they were both filing the same detail.
“Cass, one more thing. Did Caleb leave at any point during your conversation?”
Cass thought about it. “He asked me to hold his drink for a few minutes. Said he was going to help one of the junior staffers carry boxes back to storage.” She shrugged. “He was gone maybe five minutes. Came back, picked his drink back up like nothing happened. Why?”
“When was this?”
“Thursday afternoon. The day before the showcase.”
The hair on the back of Margot’s neck rose. She thanked Cass, stood, and walked to the railing where Evan was waiting.
He was looking at her when she turned. The expression on his face wasn’t surprise. It was confirmation. He’d been building the same picture she had, piece by piece, and Cass had just handed them both the missing piece.
Working alongside him settled into place with unsettling ease. That should have worried her. It didn’t.
They stood side by side, looking out at the water. The silence between them carried the weight of a conversation.
“He swiped a keycard,” Margot said.
“From the junior staffer. While Cass held his drink.” Evan’s jaw was tight. “Charming.”
“He has a vendor card of his own. Why take one?”
“Vendor cards don’t open the service corridor. And his own card would’ve had his name on the log.” Evan looked back toward the pavilion. “He needed a staff card. Somebody else’s. So, the door would open and the trail would point at a kid who’d never know he’d lost it.”
She frowned, considering. “There’s something else you need to know.” She gripped the railing. The wood was warm under her palms. “Caleb Henson is Elaine Marston’s brother.”
Evan turned to look at her. “What?”
“Marston is her married name. Jolene told me. Nobody advertises it.”
The harbor breeze ruffled his hair. He looked back at the water. She watched the information land, watched him absorb it the way he absorbed everything, quietly, completely.
She was starting to trust that process. His patience. The way he let things settle before he spoke. It was the opposite of every instinct she had, and it was exactly what she needed. David had been fast. Fast with ideas, fast with promises, fast with exits. Evan was slow. Slow and steady and still here.
