She unclasped the sapphire necklace and dropped it in the center of the table like something she’d finished using, and when she spoke, her voice had none of the heat of a scorned mistress or the ambition of a climber.

It was flat, and cold, and bored.

“You played your part adequately, Sennett,” she said, smoothing her dress.

“But you got sloppy.

You let her notice the medication.” She turned her dark eyes on me, and there was nothing in them at all.

“Congratulations, Adair.