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long blond strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ve been on the case for a month, but can never seem to catch them in the act. I have a couple of silhouetted pictures and some blurry video of them sneaking around in the dead of night, but nothing definitive. Baz is extremely careful when they meet. He makes sure of that. The money, you know.”
    â€œMoney?” I said, not really following.
    â€œHe’s loaded, remember?”
    I did now that she mentioned it. He came from old money. The kind that built additions onto museums and hospitals.
    â€œHe and Vivienne have an ironclad prenup,” Glinda explained. “If they divorce, she gets a pittance. Unless . . .” She tipped her head, allowing me to fill in the blank.
    â€œHe’s caught cheating.”
    â€œRight. They have an infidelity clause. If he’s cheating, she gets a windfall. Ten million.”
    â€œSay what?” I squeaked out. “Ten
million
?”
    â€œYep,” Glinda said. “And if I can deliver irrefutable proof of his cheating, she’s going to give me five percent of that as a bonus.”
    Five percent.
Five hundred thousand dollars
.
    Oh. My. Gosh.
    â€œWhich is why you couldn’t have come in here at a worse time. I’d have had video evidence of Baz and Natasha canoodling if you hadn’t stuck your nosy head in here when you did.” She held up her smartphone, which was playing the video. It showed Baz sneaking into the hall closet, then Natasha joining him a moment later.
    â€œDid you just say the word ‘canoodling’?” I couldn’t help teasing.
    â€œ
You’re
a bad influence, Darcy Merriweather. And no offense, but I’m just going to delete the part of this recording where you snuck in here. I see enough of you in person, thank you very much, so I don’t need to hold on to this as a keepsake.”
    â€œActually, I might be able to help your case.” It was the least I could do to help Vivienne.
    â€œHow so?” Glinda asked.
    I held up my pen. “It has a hidden video camera. Ihad it running the whole time Natasha and Baz were in the hallway.”
    Her eyes widened. “I could kiss you, and that’s saying something.”
    â€œPlease don’t.” I suddenly frowned as something caught my eye.
    â€œYou don’t have to make that face. I can assure you I wouldn’t enjoy the kiss, either.”
    The video she’d taken had been playing on a loop while she was speaking, and I reached out and snatched the phone out of her hand.
    â€œHey!” she exclaimed.
    My hand shook as I said, “How did you do this?”
    â€œDo what?” she asked, sounding as if she were dealing with a crazy person.
    Maybe she was, because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Maybe I was losing my mind.
    I held up the phone. “This! How am I on this video? Do you see me?”
    â€œHave you gone batty, Darcy? Of course I see you. I was recording when you came in—” She abruptly stopped talking and her eyes widened as realization hit. “I—I don’t know.”
    So I hadn’t been seeing things.
    My image was on this video.
    Me. With my long dark hair and golden blue eyes.
    It was startling to say the least.
    Because I, as a Wishcrafter, should have been nothing but a bright white light on this video.
    I reached for the doorknob. Forget Natasha. I had a bigger problem.
    I had to find Ve.
    *   *   *
    Glinda was hot on my heels as I rushed down the grand staircases toward the showroom. We weren’t the onlyones in a hurry. Starla was taking the steps upward two at a time, headed toward me, her camera in hand.
    I thought for certain she was going to say something about capturing a Wishcrafter image, but instead she said, “Darcy! I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Evan’s been stalling the judges. They can’t judge Missy without you there.” She grabbed