‘The real Dahlia would have hauled you off to the police already. Or at least to Isobel,’ Rosalind pointed out.

‘So why haven’t you?’ Felicity asked. ‘I mean, you’ve solved your mystery. Justified that whole trial by audience panel thing this morning. Why not turn me in and claim the glory?’

‘Because the theft of a magnifying glass is the least of our worries this weekend.’ Caro downed the last of the cocktail Rosalind had given her. ‘This was a distraction. We’re more concerned about solving an actual murder, rather than a pretend theft.’

Felicity’s hands shook as she put her glass on the table. ‘Murder? You don’t really think—’

‘That Marcus was murdered?’ Rosalind raised her right eyebrow. ‘Of course we do.’

‘And so do you, or you wouldn’t have been investigating it so hard all day,’ Caro said. ‘Unless you thought that was a game, too?’

‘Sort of,’ Felicity admitted. ‘I mean, not that he was dead. But it was a heart attack, right? I figured it was a spooky coincidence that he died when he did. I know it’s not like there aren’t enough people here this weekend who’d be happy to see the back of him. But everyone knows about his heart bypass last year, and he wasn’t a picture of healthy living, was he? So, yeah, Ashok and I played detective, and so did Harry and Heather. But I don’t think any of us thought we were trying to solve a real murder.’

Harry and Heather did, though. They’d said as much earlier. And so did Ashok, after their conversation earlier. But they knew the shady stuff Marcus was up to. Felicity might not have liked the man, but she probably wasn’t aware of all his flaws and illegalities.

‘You still investigated it as though it was.’ Rosalind wasn’t ready to dismiss that as game playing. ‘What did you find out? Who did you decide did it?’

‘Clementine,’ Felicity said, promptly. ‘I mean, it was obvious. She disappears and Marcus dies? Had to be her.’

‘Except she did disappear.’ Caro had her own suspicions about Clementine, but the fact she hadn’t been seen since hours before the murder made the logistics a little trickier. ‘She drove away from Aldermere right when Isobel announced the theft.’

Felicity rolled her eyes. ‘Yeah, she drove away – when everyone was looking, because Marcus was announcing the murderer from the mystery game, which she’d have known he was planning, right? And he didn’t know she was going, did he? And he didn’t buy that family emergency story. I saw him between two of the courses at dinner that night, calling her, leaving a message asking what the hell was going on.’

‘Did you, now?’ That was interesting, given he’d already played Clementine’s voicemail to Caro and Posy before dinner.