A moment later, with the spell accomplished, Paige tripped over her own feet and fell to the ground. With Paige face planting, both Connor and Meg were able to catch up with her. Paige looked completely embarrassed like she had no idea how she could have tripped. Connor and Meg had plenty of questions of their own. Paige was Ethan’s third wife. She was a bookish, petite woman in her late forties with shoulder-length curly hair and an angular face. Connor fired the first question at her. “What are you doing here? This is a crime scene.” “It’s also my house,” Paige replied. “That’s true, but my men ordered you to stay away while this investigation is taking place.” “I know. I just wanted to come here and grab my phone.” That didn’t add up in Meg’s mind. “If that’s true, then why were you sneaking out the back?” Paige stumbled over her answer. “Well, because, like you said, I knew I wasn’t supposed to come back here. At the same time, you know how attached to our phones we all are these days. I can’t imagine being without my smartphone for days, especially after losing my dear husband.”
