It had been raining for three straight days. She was sick of it. When the housekeeper walked by, Patsy stopped her. “Where are you supposed to be right now?” Inez looked bewildered. “Cleaning the courtyard, Mrs. Colton. But the rain—” “Then do it. That’s what you’re being paid to do. How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t want you underfoot.” The woman fled. Patsy watched her go while her anger continued to fester. This weather made her antsy. The isolation of this place was getting to her, closing in on her. She was sick of people tiptoeing around her. Tired of Inez always making Joe’s favorite meals. What about hers? Joe. Her frown deepened. She’d been so busy trying to locate Emily, she hadn’t been paying any attention to her plot to do away with Joe. Now there’d been another attempt on his life, and that detective was here, sniffing around. She hated him. Hated those long, probing looks. Like he already knew who and what she was and was just waiting for her to make one little mistake.
