Richard walked by him toward the foyer.

“Richard.” The smile had left his voice now.

“She had no business being in my study.

She goes in there and shuffles papers around, and then she gets herself worked up over nothing.”

He caught himself.

His hand went back to the cuff.

“Do you honestly think taking her out of here is a good idea?”

Victoria said, “I’m calling the police,” and reached for the phone on the hall table.