THE BLUE VIRGIN:
Declan knelt down beside the body and leaned closer to find the pendant that weighed it down the silver chain down, issuing his pen to gently withdraw the ornate silver charm.
"Rodgers, get a snap of this thing, will you?" he asked the photographer, who appeared quickly and took several from different angles as Declan held it aloft. He dropped the pendant back inside the woman's shirt, pondering its significance. Was it a personal choice or had someone given it to her?
"Please sit down, Cook," Sommer said, gesturing to the last chair. He drew a ragged breath. "What happens now?" he asked the detective.
Before Clarke could answer, Antonia jerked upright and stood. "What happens now? Our lives are over, Sommer, that's what happens now." Cook rose, but before she could make her way around the table, Antonia had dashed to the set of glass shelves. Raising her arm, she swept it quickly across the shelves, one after another, sending her collection of Dresden figures to shatter noisily on the floor.
"I think we should all join hands and thank the spirits for bringing us together." Shiny discs on the turban Helen wore glistened in the candlelight and bobbed with her movements, throwing blue streaks into the room.
"I think you're dotty." Gemma raised her wine glass and knocked back half.
"Helen, please--" Grayson warned. He took his place at the head of the large table, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind as to who was in charge.