Barnaby did not say anything.

“I’m going to call it,” Chadworth said.

“I’ll go upstairs and tell them the flight got scrubbed and take the girls out of school for the day and we’ll go do something.”

“Yes, sir.”

He put his hands on the arms of the chair to push himself up.

And on monitor four, the front door closed behind the last delivery of the morning, and the floor cleared, and Sabina Vance walked into the living room.

Part Six: The Mask