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fail—but maybe it would be okay as a baby distractor for a few minutes.
    Maya hurried over to Joe’s closet and hesitated at the door. She had not so much as opened it since his death. It was too soon. But now, of course, there was no time for that kind of thing. With Lily’s eyes glued to the screen, Maya opened the closet door and turned on the light.
    Joe loved clothes, and he took good care of them the same way that, well, Maya took care of her guns. His suits were hung neatly with each hanger exactly three inches from the next. His dress shirts were laid out by their colors. The pants always had those hangers that pinched the cuffs and hung straight down, never the kind that would fold over and maybe cause a crease.
    Joe liked to shop for himself. He almost always detested whatever Maya tried to gift him in terms of clothing. There had been one exception—a forest green “brush twill” button-down shirt she’d ordered from a company called Moods of Norway. That shirt, unless her eyes were lying to her, which seemed a pretty strong possibility, was the one “Joe” had been wearing in that video. She knew exactly where he kept it.
    And it wasn’t there.
    Again no scream, no gasp. But now she knew for certain.
    Someone had been in the house. Someone had gone through Joe’s closet.
    *   *   *
    Ten minutes later, Maya watched the one person who could provide immediate answers arrive.
    Isabella.
    Isabella had been here yesterday, purportedly watching Lily, and so, at least in theory, she should have noticed anything unusual like, say, Maya’s dead husband rummaging through his closet or playing with her daughter.
    From the bedroom window, Maya watched Isabella heading up the walk. She tried to assess the approaching nanny as she might any enemy. She didn’t appear armed with anything other than her handbag, though that could certainly contain a weapon. She held on to the handbag tightly, as though she feared someone might try to snatch it, but that was how Isabella always held it. Isabella was not a particularly warm person, except, of course, where it mattered most. With Lily. She had loved Joe, the way loyal employees love a benefactor, and only tolerated Maya as an interloper. You see this sometimes in loyal employees. They are more protective and snootier toward outsiders than their wealthy employers.
    Did Isabella look a little warier than usual today?
    Hard to say. Isabella always looked wary, what with the shifting eyes, the fixed expression, the closed body language. But was there more of it today, or was that Maya’s imagination, already on overdrive, clouding her judgment?
    Isabella used her key to open the back door. Maya stayed upstairs and waited.
    “Mrs. Burkett?”
    Silence.
    “Mrs. Burkett?”
    “We’ll be down in a second.”
    Maya picked up the remote control and snapped off the television. She expected Lily to protest, but that didn’t happen. Lily had heard Isabella’s voice and was eager now to go down. Maya scooped Lily in her arms and started down the stairs.
    Isabella was at the sink washing out a coffee cup. She turned when she heard the footsteps. Her eyes found Lily’s, only Lily’s, and the fixed, wary expression broke into a smile. It was a nice smile, Maya thought, but did it perhaps lack some of its customary luster?
    Enough.
    Lily started to stretch her arms toward Isabella. Isabella turned off the water, dried her hands on a towel, and started toward them. Isabella too stretched out her arms, made a cooing noise, and wiggled her fingers in a “give me, give me” gesture.
    “How are you, Isabella?” Maya asked.
    “Fine, Mrs. Burkett, thank you.”
    Isabella again reached for Lily, and for a moment Maya almost pulled the child away. Eileen had asked her if she trusted this woman. As much as she could trust anyone with her child, she’d replied. But now, after what she had just seen on the nanny cam . . .
    Isabella snatched Lily from her hands. Maya let her.