Deirdre had expected Charlene to be arrested, but she did not expect it to happen as soon as two days later. When the police told her the woman in question was already detained, Deirdre was shocked.

The police were careful to put a damp on whatever fervor Deirdre might have after hearing news like that. “We need to put this out there, though. We might not get to arrest her instantly on our first attempt.”

She did not really need it—Deirdre knew it was next to a miracle to get Charlene to admit to guilt or be arrested on the first day. She splashed some water over her face, hoping the cold would wake her up from any stupor.

She was so preoccupied that she missed out on her face's strange smoothness. She changed into a set of new clothes and went downstairs.

Declan was on breakfast duty today while Kyran played his assistant. Hearing a commotion echoing from the stairs, Declan raised his head and greeted, “Miss McKinnon, good morn—”

He did not finish his sentence.

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