"Tell me. Tell me quickly. Is it done?"
Marianne stared at her reflection in the mirror, her lips curling in anticipation. She could have laughed at the expression on her own face-eager, hungry, almost childish in its glee. But she restrained herself, forcing her features into something cooler, calmer. Her voice, however, carried an undercurrent of suppressed excitement as she waited for the answer on the phone. The answer she had been hoping for all day. For years actually...
The good news.
That Richard's older daughter was finally dead-murdered by his younger daughter's own hand.
It was perfect. Two problems erased in one stroke. The ideal solution. The older girl gone for good, the younger one forever tainted by the crime. No more competition, no more threats.
But her smile faltered when the other end of the line remained silent.
Her brows knitted together. "What is it? Don't tell me she chickened out and didn't kill her?" she demanded, her tone turning sharp, almost biting.
