Page 51 of Too Good to Be True


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I was intent to arrive, specifically to drink lots and lots of coffee.

I’d checked in on Lou before heading down. She was still getting ready and told me she’d meet me down there.

On my way, I ran into Stevenson.

His eyes lit when he saw me, if he didn’t allow his face to do the same (I didn’t spend much time with him last night, he and some kid named Jack were serving the main dining room).

Still, he looked way more friendly then at our first meeting.

“Good morning, Stevenson.”

“Good morning, Miss Ryan. Can I show you to the kitchen?”

“Actually…”

I looked down the southeastern hall.

As noted, yesterday, during my tour, I hadn’t run into Richard or Jane, only heard Richard during his fight with Ian.

Now, I wondered why.

Had they known the tour was happening and hidden themselves in their rooms so they wouldn’t run into me?

Ian and me?

Lou or Ian or me?

“Is Lord Alcott around?” I asked Stevenson.

“Yes. He’s in his office.”

His office.

I’d noted it yesterday. It was the Whisky Room.

Though, I wondered what he did at that big, baronial desk, since, as far as I knew, he didn’t have a vocation.

“I’m going to pay him a visit,” I said.

Stevenson hesitated, unsure.

He was right to be unsure, but I didn’t tell him that.

“As you wish,” he murmured.

I smiled at him then headed down the hall.

The door was closed.

I knocked.

“Come!” Richard called.

I opened the door and walked in.

At first, he couldn’t hide his surprise.

Then he blanked his expression and rose from his chair behind the desk.

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