Gordon put his hands up. “I can’t discuss my other clients.”

She knew that unfortunately, he was a rule-follower, but she could still wheedle out a few details. She leaned in. “I’m not asking you to divulge any specifics. I just want to know if Simon could have had any reason for harming Lily. I mean, what if he needed money? What if Kate’s next?”

His brow creased. “All I can tell you is that a friend of mine who works for one of Simon and Carter’s biggest clients just told me that they switched architectural firms. That would be a huge financial loss for their company. It’s common knowledge, so I’m not disclosing anything Simon has told me in confidence. In fact, he hasn’t mentioned it at all.” He cut his eyes to Blaire as he took another sip. “Even to Kate, as far as I know.”

Blaire digested this information. If Simon’s business was in trouble, that might give him a motive to kill Lily. But Kate had her own money as well. Why would he need to go to such lengths? Unless there was a different motive at play. How much might Carter know? Maybe it was time for a little rendezvous for old times’ sake.

“Another thing,” Blaire started.

“What?”

“At the house after the funeral, I saw Simon talking to Georgina’s driver. What possible reason would he have for talking to Randolph?”

Gordon looked up a moment, then back at Blaire. “Well, their nanny, Hilda, is Randolph’s sister. Maybe it had something to do with her.”

Blaire supposed he was right. It could be that simple. She reached down for her briefcase. “Okay, enough gossip. I have my financials here, and also on a flash drive. Do you want to take a quick look first?” She pulled out the latest report from her financial adviser and handed it to him, pleased to see his eyes widening at the zeros following her account balances.

While he was reading over it, she hit send on the message she’d already loaded into her phone. Shouldn’t be long now, she thought. Gordon was still engrossed in the report when a loud car alarm caused them both to look to the front windows.

“What the hell?” He rose and went to the window. “You’ve got to be kidding!”

Blaire jumped up. “What is it?”

“That’s my car! Be right back.” He ran out the door and down the steps.