Lawyer, mother, avid reader. Game host extraordinaire! Partner in crime to Obsidian Black Plague! My bookish weaknesses include classics, fantasy, YA, and agreeing to read more books than is even remotely possible.
Sit down,” I said grimly. “Have you found a clue that will incriminate me, Mr. Jamieson?” He had the grace to look uncomfortable.
“No,” he said. “If you had killed Mr. Armstrong, you would have left no clues. You would have had too much intelligence.”
The plot has thickened and I have no idea what is happening here! Do we have an unreliable narrator? What is going on with the bank failure? Is Halsey involved? Did Gertrude lie? Why did the maid have the china & silver in a basket? Who escaped down the laundry chute? Who took the cuff link?