When Anne knocked on the door of the manor, it was Butler Jones who answered.
"Miss Thompson, you're here a bit early. Coincidentally, Master just arrived." The butler looked pleasantly surprised to see her. As he spoke about his master, his eyes darted to the car parked in the driveway.
Anne turned to glance at the shiny black Mustang.
It was good he was here already; she could confirm her suspicions without any hastle.
Tonight, she would make sure to see his face.
"Come in, Miss Thompson. You can wait for Master in his room upstairs."
Since she was already quite familiar with the manor, the butler didn't escort her up.
Anne nodded at the butler and strolled to the magnificent swirling staircase. With each step she climbed, she continued to replay the clues she had put together in her head.
When she reached the master bedroom, she pushed the door open and went inside.
