“You did?” Viv’s face lit up as if he’d offered her a five-pound chocolate bar. Well, that’s what I’d look like if someone offered me a chocolate bar that big.

He rested the suitcase on the low table by the divan and popped the latches. When he opened it, a profusion of colors and cloths exploded out of the case.

“I thought we could spend some time discussing ideas that I’ve been toying with,” he said.

Viv clasped her hands under her chin. “Oh, that would be amazing! Scarlett, you don’t mind if we take over the room, do you?”

“Not at all,” I said. “I can go read in your room or something.”

She had already turned away and was examining the treasures Dominick had brought. Okay then.

I glanced out the window and noted that the afternoon sun was high. I was in a bored funk and thought it might be good to let the fresh air blow my bad mood away.

“I’m going for a walk in the garden,” I called to Viv. She waved at me, which I took to mean go, so I did.

*   *   *

One of the things I loved most about England were the gardens. They were lush and green and ripe with blossoms. As I walked along the gravel path that led through the beds, I marveled at the sheer beauty surrounding me. I took a deep breath in and slowly exhaled. My shoulders dropped from around my ears as the tension I’d been carrying around since finding Quentin eased. That was, until I thought about Quentin and then they shot right back up.

I had no doubt that whoever had murdered Dooney had killed Quentin, too. But who and why? It had to be because of the secret that Dooney had shared with Quentin. It was too coincidental not to be the case. It was a secret that Dooney said was going to make him a lot of money. But why did he need money if he was marrying money? My head spun around and around, trying to figure out how the wedding of the year had turned into a double homicide.

I wandered into the maze. It was a magnificent sculpted yew creation that was six feet in height and covered a large portion of the garden with twists and turns and dead ends. Truly, it was brilliant. I didn’t go in very far, just a few steps to get the feel of the maze. It towered over me and I imagined if I were a child how much fun I could have playing hide-and-seek inside of it.

I heard a whistling sound and the crunch of branches to my left. I turned and saw the deadly curved point of a scythe sticking through the bushes right beside me. I jumped and stepped back, going farther into the maze. Was one of the gardeners working on the hedge?