"How much did she pay you?"
Lisa shook her phone in Fleur's face. The young housekeeper cringed back, hands over her face, her tearful protests landing on deaf ears. Behind them, Vivianne was on the brink of hyperventilating into a paper bag. She had already fired Fleur for her role in leaving letters around the residences. Now it was only a matter of whether Mrs. Park would call the police.
"Madame Manoban," Fleur stammered. "I didn't—"
"Stop. Lying. I have you on camera delivering this letter to Roseanne's door." It had been slick, too. Fleur, who vacuumed the hallways of the three residential floors twice a week, casually dropped the letter at Roseanne's door as she was passing with the vacuum cleaner. "Somebody paid you to leave Roseanne this letter, and the one on Mrs. Park's pillow. Not to mention those photos you slipped into her mail. It was you."
Tears streamed down Fleur's face. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble!" Her 'French' accent had all but disappeared. "The woman who gave me the letters promised me ten thousand dollars for each one."
"The woman?" Vivianne barked. "Do you mean Hana? Hana Jeong?"
"Yes, she said her name was Hana. I inspected the letters to make sure they were not harmful, Madame Park. They just seemed like normal letters!"
"Yet after all the trouble the first letter caused, you still delivered the second?" Lisa asked.
"I needed the money! My mama, she has cancer."
"I thought your mother was dead?" Vivianne said.
"That was my grandmama. You never listen to me!"
"Get her out of here and hold her until the police arrive." Lisa directed the order at Jackson, who was on guard in the penthouse that night. "I need to talk to Mrs. Park about where her daughter is."
After Jackson escorted the sobbing housekeeper out of the penthouse, Lisa turned her attention to Vivianne, who paced the living room with renewed panic.
"Do you think she's with Hana?" she asked. "Roseanne? Do you think she went to see her?"
Lisa nodded. "It's likely."
Vivianne's gasp sent her collapsing down to her couch. "What are we going to do?"
"Hand me your phone."
The woman did as she was told. Lisa held the letter in one hand and the phone in the other, punching Hana's number into the screen. "Keep calm," she said. "We're going to get to the bottom of this. Let me do the talking."
Vivianne held her breath as Lisa dialed the number, placing the call on speakerphone. It only took a few rings for Hana to answer.
"Why, hello, Vivi!"
All the air left the room. Lisa kept calm as she asked, "Am I speaking with Hana Jeong?"
"The one and only. And who am I speaking to?"
Lisa didn't answer. "Is Roseanne with you, Ms. Jeong?"
A soft chuckle sent a chill down Lisa's spine. She could only imagine how Vivianne felt beside her.
"Why, as it so happens, Roseanne did come to visit me today," Hana said. "She's such a sweet girl, you know. Very polite. Very pretty. Such a charming young woman considering the family she's been saddled with. Speaking of which, is Vivi with you? This is her phone, after all. I've been waiting for her to call."
