The gates creaked open as Olive drove through. Whatever had happened back at the house that morning, it couldn’t have been good. In all her time working in Bellavista Hills, she’d never seen her boss’s wife this angry.

The woman looked like she could kill a horse with her bare hands. And maybe she actually would.

She sat stiffly in the back seat, hands clenched over her bag, bloodshot eyes fixed on the window like she wanted to set the whole world on fire.

Val bit the inside of her ...