Chapter 3

“I’m asking you politely not to be in here.” Not quite as tall as Baily, and nowhere near as handsome, friendly, or soft spoken, he was fairer in coloring, with a shade of hair close to mine, though not as thick and lustrous. Maybe he needed a bath and a brushing. “All guests should be in the front room only.”

When he motioned for Baily and me to move it along, I thought, Forget my image. Who the eff do you think you are?

“I…I live here,” Baily told him.

“Do you?”

“Yes. I’m Baily Hammond. I take care of Mrs. Swann…Took care of her and the estate.”

“I’ll be doing that, now.”

“Oh.”

“Your services will no longer be required.

“I can’t just leave,” Baily said.