I’ve tried all of my usual tricks. Poured him a glass of wine. Slipped on my skimpiest lingerie. Wrapped my arms around his neck and sucked his earlobe into my mouth. But though those last two stunts definitely got some reaction out of him, he still won't talk to me about what’s going on in his head. Not that I don’t have a few very good guesses about the matter. Yesterday, he found out his sister was working at their family’s former estate. This morning, when we drove out to the grounds to bring her back, Louisa took one look at him and ran. We spent the better part of the day searching for her, but she’s long gone. We have no idea where she is. And we’re not the only ones who want to find out—Edward Carolson, the estate’s new owner, plans to hold her accountable for all the destruction she caused. I'm not sure whether he intends to have her arrested or sued for damages or—God forbid—both, but I know better than to ask Calder about the likeliest scenario. I can tell he’s spent the entire evening playing through every single possibility in his head.
