“I can agree to stay silent,” Andre said. “Let’s just make a pact not to say anything.”

“And we’ll, what, text the killer about our intent to not speak?” Nick asked.

“Well, it sounds ridiculous when you say it like that,” Andre said.

Nick patted his shoulder. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend, but Harrison is right. We have to speak to the detective.”

Andre and I shared a pained look. This was going to be unpleasant. We entered the castle to find it was quiet. The pall over what should have been a joyous day was as heavy as a shroud. We saw Jenkins in the hallway in discussion with several of the staff. We waited to approach until he dismissed them.

“Good day, Mr. Jenkins,” Harry said. “Do you know where we could find Detective Stewart?”

“He doesn’t report to me,” Mr. Jenkins said. His tone was tart, as if he’d been asked this question so many times he was over being polite about it.

“That’s a pity,” I said. “This investigation would likely be solved if you were in charge.”

Mr. Jenkins straightened up, looking flattered. “Well, I have been told I have an inquisitive mind.”

“I can see that,” I said. “You’d have to in order to manage a place with this many moving parts. I’ll bet you’ve been invaluable to the investigators.”

Jenkins looked chuffed at my praise, which, for the record, was sincere. Having his insight into the workings of Waverly would be an asset to the police.

“You know,” he said. “Now that I think on it, I do recall that Detective Stewart was interviewing some of the staff today. If you’d like, I could tell him that you want to speak with him?”

“That would be lovely,” I said.

Jenkins disappeared and we waited in the hallway. A sense of caution had me keeping an eye on every entrance in sight. After the scythe, I was fully expecting another sharp implement to come at me from any direction.

Jenkins was back in moments. He said, “Detective Stewart asked that you wait for him in the library.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Jenkins,” I said. “I don’t know how this place could run without you.”

“Oh, I’m sure it would be fine,” he said, but I could tell he was pleased.

“Well done,” Harry said to me, once we were out of earshot. “You do have a way with people.”

“Not really,” I said. “I just see them. That’s really all most people want, to be seen, acknowledged, valued. That’s not asking very much, is it?”

Harry put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against his side. “Like I said, you have a way with people.”