Richard rubbed the scar on his thumb, confused by how upset she’d suddenly gotten over a child’s plush toy.

“Why does a gray stuffed rabbit matter so much right now?”

“Because Victoria told the housekeepers to clear out that whole laundry room before four,” Emily whispered, her voice trembling as she looked up at him.

“If they toss those boxes in the incinerator behind the garage, it’ll be gone for good.”

Richard looked at her and assumed her panic was just the shock of the attack still working through her.

“I’ll ask Michael to send somebody over to check the house before four,” Richard said quietly.