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She adjusted the strap of her namesake handbag—a sleek, saffiano-leather satchel that had held everything from a compact mirror to a cyanide capsule—and stepped into the foyer. The room smelled of jasmine, money, and guilt.

“It was ,” he whispered.

Mr. Ashworth blinked. “How did you—” carmela clutch she's on the case

“Mr. Ashworth,” she said, not looking at the trembling millionaire, but at the smudge on the marble floor. “You said the safe was locked.”

The butler’s face went pale. “How?” She adjusted the strap of her namesake handbag—a

“Now. Let’s talk about your accomplice. The wife always knows.”

“Yes, but—”

Carmela smiled, patting her clutch. “Looking for this?”