Things to Hide, Things to Seek
The voices of Carolyn, Elizabeth and Charles were muffled as Quentin shut the drawing room doors before opening the ones that led outside. This was shaping up to be a red-letter day for visitors, he thought wryly. First the mysterious trespasser on the patio, then an English cousin, and now --
"Sheriff Anders," Quentin said, his gut clenching a bit. Any visit by the police to Collinwood was always bad news. He noticed a pretty young girl hovering at the sheriff's elbow. "If this is your new deputy, I commend your department's hiring standards."
Quentin hoped his jocularity would preserve the illusion that nothing was wrong at Collinwood.