Then Julian turned.
His smile remained one second too long.
Victoria touched the necklace at her throat.
Arthur entered behind me carrying the evidence case.
“Clara.”
I continued walking.
“You weren’t expected tonight.”
“I know.”
His eyes moved to Eleanor’s necklace.
“Eleanor’s.”
“Yes.”
Victoria stepped forward.
“Perhaps we should talk privately.”
“No.”
Julian glanced toward the stage.
“This isn’t the place.”
“That is why I chose it.”
“You’re making a scene.”