“Did you?”
“No”.
Dejé de respirar.
Mia continuó.
“I was going to. But then he started shouting at everyone, and I got distracted. I took the tray to the back.”
“What happened to it?”
“Puse el vaso en el estante de plato usado”.
My hope faded.
“Mia, eso fue hace días”.
“Lo sé”.
Ella dudó.
“Pero cuando volví, Richard estaba buscando en los platos. Me preguntó dónde había ido el vaso”.
“¿Qué le dijiste?”
“Dije que no lo sabía”.
“¿Por qué?”
“Porque parecía aterrorizado”.
Cerré los ojos.
Entonces Mia dijo algo que me hizo sentarme perfectamente quieto.
“Chloe, I took a picture that night.”
Mi boca se secó.
“A picture of what?”
“Richard”.
She explained that he’d been standing near table four shortly before Dominic arrived.
The dining room had looked beautiful beneath the lights, and Mia had snapped a photograph for the restaurant’s social media page.
