He stood there waiting for an answer.

I laid my phone face down on the marble and tapped my thumbnail on the case twice.

Gloria turned toward Brooke.

“Say something to her.”

“I didn’t know where the money came from,” Brooke said.

“You knew perfectly well,” Gloria said.

Brooke turned and left the kitchen.

We heard her on the stairs, then the closet doors in the guest room, then hangers being yanked off the rod, one right after another.