I pushed closer to the door, wanting to intercede, but Harry wrapped his arm around me and kept me back. He was right. I could only imagine what Detective Stewart would think if we popped out at him. It was so frustrating.

“I’ll need you to come with me,” Detective Stewart said. “I have an office in the village where I can interview you properly.”

Sunny glanced furtively in our direction. I didn’t know if it was because she was pondering her escape or looking to see if we were listening. As soon as the door shut behind them, Harry closed the door and led me down the stairs.

“We have to help her,” I said.

“Ginger, what if she is the murderer?” he asked.

“She isn’t,” I said.

“How do you know?”

“I just do,” I said.

“Not exactly something that would hold up in a court of law,” he said.

“I know,” I said. “But she’s not like the others. She’s . . . nice.”

“Doesn’t mean she’s not a murderer.”

“I know,” I said.

“But you still believe she’s innocent.”

“I do,” I said. My voice was soft when I said, “I know what it’s like to be lied to, to be mocked and derided when you put your trust in the wrong person.”

“All the more reason for her to have wanted to murder him,” he said.

“Unless he was telling her the truth,” I countered. “Maybe he was planning to duck out of the wedding and run away with her.”

“Then that would make Piper the most likely suspect as the jilted bride,” he said.

“Or Trisha, the bridesmaid who has loved him from afar, and was clearly jealous of his relationship with Sunny,” I said.

“Or the Mays if they got wind of his plan to abandon their daughter,” Harry said.

“I feel like we’re on a poorly written reality show,” I said.

“Agreed. We also need to find out whom we overheard arguing in the garden when we first arrived,” he said. “It could have been Dooney and his killer.”

“What can we do to help Sunny right now?” I asked.

“I’ll call Alistair,” he said. “He should be able to recommend someone to represent her if she needs it.”

“Thank you,” I said.

When we reached the door that led to the garden, Harry insisted on going first. He opened the door and peered out, making sure there was no one about, before opening it wide. I snapped off the tunnel’s lights before we went on our way.

Viv sent me a text that they had finished searching their floors and were back in the suite waiting for us. When we arrived, she and Andre were enjoying lunch while discussing what they’d seen in the castle.

“Well?” Viv asked when we entered. “How is Sunny? Your text was very lacking in detail.”