I grabbed the dossier. But as I turned, heavy, rapid footsteps echoed from the hardwood hallway outside my bedroom door.
The brass doorknob began to turn.
“Hey! Who’s in there?” a gruff voice barked from the corridor. One of the new guards had noticed the momentary static Leo had looped onto the camera feeds.
We were trapped. The hidden servant’s door was located behind the heavy linen closet on the opposite side of the room, directly in the guard’s line of sight if he opened the door.
Mrs. Higgins didn’t hesitate. Before I could draw a breath, the seventy-two-year-old woman grabbed a massive, antique Ming dynasty vase from the console table and hurled it directly onto the marble hearth.
CRASH.
