"Let me in," Lisa demanded that night to her employee. "I need to have a conversation with Mrs. Park."
Jackson held up his hands defensively. "You know that if it was up to me, I'd let you in. But Mr. and Mrs. Park said—"
"I don't care what they said. I need to talk to Mrs. Park about who is behind these security breaches. Because I know she knows who it is. And I think I know who it is."
If Lisa had learned one thing in the military, it was how to be tough and authoritative when necessary, especially when it came to the people whose paychecks she signed every month.
"All right, but if they ask, I ain't responsible for this." Jackson stepped aside. Daniel, who had been quiet the entire time, shook his head as Lisa entered the penthouse.
"Ah, Madame Manoban!"
By this point, Lisa recognized the housekeeper Fleur, 'French' accent and all. Lisa really wasn't in the mood for it now. Especially if it was fake.
"We were not expecting you," Fleur said. "I'm afraid—"
"I'm here to see Mrs. Park." The woman shook in her flats as Lisa loomed over her. "I know she's here. And I don't care if she doesn't want to see me right now. Tell her it's a matter of her family's security."
"O... oui, Madame."
Fleur scampered down one of the three hallways branching from the main hall of the penthouse. Lisa remained near the entrance. She had a feeling that Mrs. Park would not be coming out to meet her in the receiving room.
Sure enough, when Fleur returned, it was to meekly invite Lisa back into Vivianne's private salon.
"Have you come here to torment me, Ms. Manoban?" Vivianne, nursing a glass of wine that clearly wasn't her first, didn't get up from her chaise lounge. She was firmly ensconced beneath a quilt. "Have you had your fill of my young daughter and now want to move on to me? I'm afraid I'm not in the mood to be seduced. I'm also not so easily beguiled by womanly charms."
Lisa pointedly ignored her comments. "I'm not here to do anything but talk business." She removed the letter from her jacket pocket. "Specifically, this. I found it in front of Roseanne's door this morning."
Vivianne looked up from her wineglass. "What is that?"
Lisa handed it over. Vivianne snatched it like it was her next bottle of wine. "I may not be a detective, Mrs. Park, but I think I know who that's from. I think we both know."
As Vivianne read over the letter, her face turned as pale as the ghost of her youngest daughter's supposed innocence. "Has Roseanne seen this?"
Lisa shook her head. "I wanted to talk to you about it first."
"Roseanne absolutely cannot see this. Do you understand?"
"It's from Hana, isn't it? The woman you had thrown out of the gala?" Lisa helped herself to a chair adjacent to Vivianne's chaise lounge. "Quite publicly, I must remind you."
Vivianne sat up to place the wineglass on her coffee table. "Like I said, Roseanne must not know about this."
"Who is Hana? And why haven't you told any of us about her? Because you've known this whole time that she's the one threatening your family. All the break-in attempts, the photos, the letters... they're from her. A woman who not only knew you in college, but knows an awful lot about your youngest daughter."
