Eleanor.
Guy's favorite call-girl. The woman who tipped me off about Charlotte and Emilia. She stood there bundled in a long dark coat, brown pants tucked into snow-wet boots. Her hair looked a bit messy from the wind, and she hugged herself like she'd been walking outside for too long.
I opened the door.
She looked up at me, her breath fogging in the hallway. "Evan," she said, voice flat but tense. "You stirred up some shit."
My eyebrows shot up. "What?"
"Did you know Guy contacted me?" She stepped slightly closer, lowering her voice. "He asked how you, Evan, you, knew about Charlotte and Emilia."
My stomach tightened. "What did you say?"
"I told him I had no idea," she said, shrugging stiffly. "He didn't buy a word of it."
"Ah… shit." I stepped outside with her and pulled the door shut behind me so the girls inside wouldn't overhear. "Did he do anything?"
