My phone buzzed with a new message from Josh, the investigative reporter I'd spoken to earlier in the week. He'd promised to look into Fiona's miraculous "heroic tip" that led to Adrian Thorne's capture.
"Making progress on your cousin's story," the message read. "Something doesn't add up. Will update soon."
I tucked my phone away just as the Sterling family maid announced dinner was served. Arthur offered me his arm, and we entered the opulent dining room together. The massive chandelier overhead cast a warm glow on the polished mahogany table where the Sterling family was gathering.
Old Mrs. Sterling sat at the head, her posture regal despite her frail frame. Arthur led me to sit on her right side while he took the seat next to me.
