The man stood inside the executive lounge, looking down at Melanie through the glass panels, his brows furrowed in thought. Her husband was probably in police custody right now, and yet she sat there—calm, composed, almost… unbothered. Why?
For a fleeting moment, the thought crossed his mind that she might also be involved. Maybe she was in cahoots with Sir Robert Collins and Spencer, helping them frame Adam while playing the innocent wife. Maybe Lady Collins had misjudged the girl?
But then he shook his head, brushing the idea aside. She'd just claimed that she was waiting for someone, so that would be most likely Adam. Which meant she probably didn't know. She was still in the dark about everything that had happened. About the murder, the probably arrest. About the betrayal. About the chaos that would have unfolded.
