Chapter 2 - The Blue Bucket.
By noon, the wet marble had been dried, the bronze horse had been lifted onto a padded cart, and every member of the household staff had been told to remain on the property.
Ethan did not call it an investigation.
He did not need to.
Everyone could feel one beginning.
Anna sat with Noah in the sunroom while he arranged wooden blocks by color.
He had not spoken again after saying “red key.”
Ethan stood in the security office with the estate technician, Marcus Bell.
Three monitors showed the mansion from different angles.
Marcus rewound the foyer footage to 10:14 that morning.
The image was clear.
At 10:15, Anna entered the foyer with the blue bucket and a folded cleaning cloth.
At 10:16, Noah appeared at the top of the east hallway.
At 10:17, every camera facing the foyer turned black.
The feed returned at 10:25.
The bucket was down.
The statue was down.
Anna was kneeling.
Noah was crying.
Ethan folded his arms.
“What causes three cameras to fail at the same time?”
Marcus did not answer immediately.
“They didn’t fail.”
Ethan looked at him.
“They were disabled from the internal control panel.”
“Who can do that?”
“You, me, Mrs. Vale, and the security supervisor.”
The security supervisor had been in Hartford all morning.
Ethan had been in his study on a video conference.
Marcus had been outside repairing a gate sensor.
That left one name neither man needed to say.
Ethan returned to the sunroom and found Margaret already there.
She stood by the doorway while Anna helped Noah fit two blocks together.
Margaret smiled when Ethan entered.
“I was just checking on him.”
“Noah needs quiet,” Ethan said.
“Of course.”
She started to leave.
Ethan stopped her.
“Where were you at 10:17?”
Margaret turned slowly.
“In the west pantry.”
“Alone?”
“With Rosa.”
Rosa, the pastry chef, was called from the kitchen.
Her answer came quickly.
“Mrs. Vale was with me around ten, but she left before quarter past.”
Margaret’s jaw tightened.
“I don’t keep a stopwatch in the pantry.”
“No one said you did,” Ethan replied.
Anna watched the exchange without interrupting.
Noah pushed a red block across the table.
It stopped near Ethan’s hand.
Ethan picked it up.
“Red key?”
Noah nodded.
“Where is it?”
Noah pointed toward the service corridor.
Anna remembered something.
“This morning, before the bucket fell, I heard a lock turn behind me.”
Margaret’s eyes moved to her.
“What lock?” Ethan asked.
“The cleaning closet near the west hall.”
Anna stood.
“I thought someone had gone inside.”
They crossed the foyer together.
The cleaning closet door was closed.
Ethan tried the brass handle.
Locked.
Margaret reached into her pocket.
“I have the key.”
She produced a standard brass key.
It slid into the lock but would not turn.
Marcus came down the hall carrying a small flashlight.
He examined the keyhole.
“This cylinder was changed recently.”
Ethan looked at Margaret.
“Did you authorize that?”
“No.”
“Did you know about it?”
“No.”
Noah had followed them as far as the foyer rug.
He would not come closer.
Instead, he lifted his hand and pointed at Margaret.
Not at her face.
At her bracelet.
A small red enamel key charm hung between two silver links.
Ethan stared at it.
Margaret covered the bracelet with her sleeve.
“It is jewelry.”
Noah’s voice came from across the hall.
“She used it.”
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Margaret’s face went pale.
Then the locked closet door clicked from the inside.
