Without looking at either of them, she turned and walked out of the cottage. While walking, she said, “It’s late, and I’m tired. Kyson, since this is your game, please clean up the pieces.”
She noticed Nathaniel wasn’t following her and asked, “Don’t you want to come with me? Would you prefer to walk home?”
Nathaniel shook his head to clear it and ran to catch up with her.
As he passed Kyson, he looked at him coldly. They obviously hated each other.
On the return journey, the atmosphere was depressing. Neither wanted to speak first.
Nathaniel glanced at her.
She was gazing out of the window, expressionless. He wondered what she was thinking.
The moonlight made her face glisten. Her beauty looked almost ethereal.
Tonight, Lucinda had pointed the revolver at Eleanor behind him, not at him, he felt happy that she took his side.
But the atmosphere in the car was heavy. Lucinda seemed deeply unhappy. Their driver, Leon, seemed scared.
Nathaniel tugged at her sleeve.
Lucinda didn’t respond, still staring out of the window, lost in thought.
Nathaniel coughed and said in a plaintive voice, “Lucinda, I’m injured.”
She still didn’t answer.
“You hurt me.”
Silence.
Depressed, Nathaniel checked the wound on his arm. It was just a graze, not serious.
But Lucinda was still angry.
Leon felt the depressing weight of the atmosphere.
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“After the charity party, I asked Larry to keep an eye on Eleanor.
Tonight, I went to see her, but not for a date as Kyson suggested.
I wanted to get information from her to help you learn the identity of the person who hurt you.”
Lucinda pursed her lips.