his regular cleaner resigned.
Her references were good.
Her background check was ordinary.
Nothing about her file had seemed memorable.
But Catherine herself was difficult to ignore.
She moved through the enormous living room with the cautious concentration of someone cleaning a museum she could never afford to enter as a guest.
When she reached the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the bay, she stopped.
“Riley.”
She stared outside.
“People wake up to this every day?”
The squeegee offered no opinion.
Catherine continued into the kitchen.
She opened the refrigerator to wipe
one shelf, then stared inside.
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“This refrigerator is bigger than my first apartment kitchen.”
A few minutes later, she encountered a crystal vase on a narrow table.
She immediately backed away.
“No.”
She pointed at it.
“That thing wants me unemployed.”
She took the longest possible route around it.
Ethan found himself watching longer than necessary.
That annoyed him.
