Chapter 18
McDuff pulled a small blue box out of his case and put it on the table in front of Victoria. The one he’d retrieved from the unfortunate Cheryl Mallory’s desk.
Victoria leaned forward to glance at the open top, and her composure finally slipped. She closed her eyes for a few too many seconds, then folded her hands on the table.
“If you believe you know so much about me,” she said, “why am I sitting here rather than being taken into custody?”
“That’s the problem, though,” Jean said. “We know almost nothing about what you’re doing. Or why you’re doing it.”
“I’m quite sure Inspector McDuff knows a great deal about what I’m doing,” Victoria said, smiling at him with no trace of warmth. “You won’t have stopped at putting these two together.”
“No,” McDuff said. “What I’m afraid
