6:31 p.m. Passion Ministry          

“After you fainted,” Oscar repeated slowly, “Brendan and I carried you to your room. That bag was over my shoulder the whole time. We put you down. I hung it over the bedpost. We left you with Dr. Somerville, just as you were coming to.” His eyes widened. “Not going to blame him, are you?”

“Well, no...” she replied. “You...you mean no one touched it but you?” She gazed at him. “You didn’t open it?”

Oscar snorted, holding her eyes.

He was telling the truth. An expert liar always knows.