“What on earth are you talking about?” Ethan asked.

“A catering server named Leo told me there’s a strict security list,” I said.

“No Carter relatives allowed on the grounds.”

“Look, that’s just ordinary vendor security,” Ethan said.

“You’re twisting a normal procedure into something sinister.”

“Ethan, she booked the estate three weeks ago,” I said.

“She lied to you about when.”

“Look, you’ve got to quit bothering the vendors,” Ethan said.