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position. She could have had recording devices planted too if she wanted, but preferred the old fashioned method of cameras. For now at least.
    “Where did you get these?” She noticed that he didn’t deny any of them, but stared at a few like he was memorizing them or something. “This one shows my best side. I’d like to have a copy of this one, if you don’t mind. But as far as forcing anyone? No, I didn’t have to. And you won’t be able to prove it even if I did.”
    She knew the moment that he found the letter from the woman in the pictures. It was a signed document that stated that not only had Delaney raped her, but had given her cash to keep her from going to the police. The money that he’d given her was there as well, all five grand of it.
    “That poor girl is not going to be easy for you to find, Delaney. I’ve taken her under my wing and she’s going to be safe until such time as I can have you taken care of.” He asked her what that was supposed to mean. “And you might need to find another bed partner in the way of a butler. Mr. Snyder has left your employment as well. Poor man couldn’t take it any longer.”
    “Who?” She told him who the man was. “Fred won’t leave me. I have enough dirt on him to keep him under lock and key for a good long time.”
    Evie sipped her tea and then ate a scone while he stared at her. She wasn’t worried. Fred was on her private plane right now. The man was so happy to be gone from the house that he’d left immediately, and when he’d been picked up by her car, her driver said he was dancing. He, too, would sign a document telling all that he knew about the man in front of her.
    “So you’ve had a spy in my home. Not very nice of you.” She nodded to the camera that was hidden in one of the vases in this room. A crew would be going over the rest of the house today, but his visit was going to bring them in now. “As for Fred? I was getting tired of him anyway, so good riddance to him. But I’m not here to compare how much we’re keeping an eye on each other. I want you to tell me where Addison is. It’s well past time that she became the new Mrs. Delaney. And I mean now, Evie. I’m not fucking around any longer.”
    “It’s funny you should mention the new Mrs. Delaney. I’ve been looking for the other two wives of yours. Where are they, Delaney?” He only smiled at her. “I’ve found Sheila. Poor thing was no happier in the institute than Fred was with your company. She’s much better off and less drugged up than she’s been since you put her away. Couldn’t kill her, could you?”
    “So? I’ve been married before. What difference does that make?” But she could tell that he was nervous about it. “How many times have you been married?”
    “Twice. Both of them I outlived. And I would say being married five times and widowed four is bad odds, and not in my granddaughter’s favor, wouldn’t you? What did you do to them? Or should I be asking you what do you think they did to you that you had to resort to murder to have them gone?” He stood up then and walked the short distance between them. Bentley was there before he could get within a foot of her.
    “You’re going to back the fuck off right now, Evie. Or so help me, you’ll suffer in ways that you never have before.”
    She stood up too, and Delaney drew back his fist. She had no idea if he was going to hit her or just threaten her, but he seemed to fall backwards all on his own and landed on the trolley. The sliver of wood coming out of his neck had him grabbing it and trying to stop the blood. For a whole second, no longer, she thought about just watching the blood drain from him, but couldn’t do it. She wasn’t going to help him, but she wasn’t going to watch him die.
    “Call the police, Bentley. I believe that Mr. Delaney has had an accident.” Bentley moved to the phone in the room, and Evie stared down at Joel. “You stupid, foolish man. What am I going to do now?