“After that,” she said, and sipped, “poor broken Adrian can go recover somewhere very quiet and very secure. Out of state. Lovely gardens. Strict no-visitor policy.”

Something cold set in my jaw. On screen, Daniel leaned toward her.

“And the little maid?” he asked. “Clara, is it?”

Vanessa’s smile dropped into irritation. “Fire her tomorrow. Terminate the contract. I don’t like the way she looks at him. She looks at him like he still matters.”

I pressed one button and saved the recording to an encrypted off-site server.

The next morning, the theater resumed.