The ConfessionThe envelope felt heavy. “Mr. Bower?”
The last time I’d seen Mr. Jake Bower, he’d been at the Diamond Country House, begging for his life whilst being dragged away. I squeezed my eyes shut, grief and remorse overcoming me for a moment. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I have to say I’m more than a bit confused about all this, Mrs. Spadros. I received the envelope inside a box delivered to my doorstep at home, in the dead of night.” He sounded disgruntled even still. “Woke the whole household.”
“Was anything else inside?”
“Notes for some work he was doing for me.” He shrugged. “And his instructions.” He sat there unmoving for some time, hand to chin. “Mrs. Spadros, I know you’re indisposed —”
The man had some very good spies. According to Tony, not even the Clubbs knew — he’d b
