I filled Gideon in on everything I had learned so far—from the rose petal, to Rip’s many lies, to John and Mary’s regrets, to Liz’s obvious anger, and the soap that could have broken the warding on the house. I finished with, “I have all of this background on the family, but I can’t get it to point in any conclusive direction. Yes, Rip is the obvious candidate. I know he still wants Graves House. But I can’t prove anything.”

“You still believe the answer lies in Constance’s will?”

“I don’t know anymore. It doesn’t make sense. That family has been in a stalemate for decades, and that new will could have either motivated someone to get their inheritance sooner or made someone angry enough to kill, but the police would have to know all this, and yet they’re still focused on Nora.”

Gideon nodded. “The crime had to be done quickly, and it would have required a lot of luck on the killer’s part to get in and out the house without being spotted, so it makes sense the police would look to us as suspects, but I can’t imagine what motive they think we have.”

“Exactly, Nora had no reason to kill Constance. And the murder weapon isn’t proof. They have to at least consider the possibility the killer left it there before fleeing the property.” I rubbed a hand over my face. “But I have a feeling none of that matters. They’ve found their suspect and now they’re making their case.”

Gideon nodded. “I have the same feeling.”

“You haven’t seen anything though.”

“No.”

“You would tell us if you had?”

My uncle held my gaze steady in his own. “I would.”

Again, Gideon had fallen into the habit of not telling anyone his premonitions unless they were minor, like the vase falling over in the sunroom. It was too hard for him to know the worst and not be able to prevent it. Now, one of my aunts—I won’t say which, but she’s the pushy one with the red hair—thought that wasn’t entirely true. She believed he did have the power to do something with his premonitions. But without a guarantee, Gideon wanted no part of it. Not after my parents. Not after Lydia.

“I also have a bad feeling about the town hall meeting tomorrow,” I said, looking over at Dog. He appeared to be dozing. “I’m starting to think it is some sort of setup.”

“How so?”

“I don’t know. I mean, I’m sure Liz Coleman will say terrible things. I got that much from when I met her, but I can’t shake the feeling she has something up her sleeve.”

Gideon and I fell into silence, lost in our own thoughts.

“Going back to Constance though,” my uncle finally said.

I raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe it wasn’t just one thing that moved her to change her will. Families are funny.” He wagged a finger in the air. “Actually, the entire time you were telling me about the Graves siblings, I couldn’t help but think of one of the Grimm Brothers’ tales.”