Page 108 of Mile High Ex's Dad
At breakfast, I had a clear view of the tables, of the umbrellas, of Sienna moving between staff and guests. Whoever stood in that hedge had a clear view of me.
And if they were willing to try once in the middle of a wedding weekend, they may be willing to try again.
“Who knows?” I ask.
“Only me. Now you.”
I think of the timing. The panic. The ambulance. The argument in the hall. Too much confusion layered over too much emotion. A perfect day to hide intent inside chaos.
“Any sign of who was there?”
“Not yet. But this wasn’t some outsider hopping a wall for sport. Whoever took that position knew the estate, knew the layout, and knew when the lawn would be full.”
I nod once.
Family. Wedding party. Close staff.
Somebody with access.
I think about Ethan. Angry enough last night to talk about canceling the wedding. Weak enough to lash out when embarrassed. But not disciplined. Not patient. He doesn’t strike me as a man who waits in wet hedges with a firearm.
Camille? No stomach for it.
Which leaves too many other names.
“Double the watch,” I say. “Quietly. No panic. Nobody leaves without my knowing it.”
Yuri nods.
“I want a list of everyone in the house by morning. Family, bridal party, vendors, overnight staff, all of them.”
“Already being done.”
Good.
I rub my thumb over the metal in my hand once before giving it back to him.
“And tomorrow?” he asks.
“Tomorrow goes ahead.”
That gets his full attention. “Still?”
“Yes.”
“You think they’ll try again?”
“I think if they came prepared once, they didn’t do it for the exercise.”
He lets that sit for a moment. “And if tomorrow goes ahead?”
“Then everyone stays where I can see them.”
He nods slowly.
A gust of wind moves through the hedges, carrying damp earth and cut grass with it. Somewhere behind us, a door opens on the terrace and closes again.
Yuri looks back toward the house. “And her?”
