Olive returned to Bellavista Hills just past

six in the morning. Her boots were muddy, her hoodie stuck slightly to her back with sweat, and there was a dull ache behind her eyes from a lack of sleep. She let herself into the staff quarters through the side entrance and made a beeline for the kitchen.

The house was already half-awake. A cleaner vacuumed upstairs before making her way out to the main mansion and someone had opened the drapes in the hallway. The sun early spilled across the tile ...