"Huh?" Ruby Sawyer, who was watching, couldn't hold back a gasp.
Amelia Lockhart watched Vincent Vance happily eating and couldn't help but wonder what was so awful about her sandwich that he'd traded it away without a second thought.
'After all...'
'I even put a fried egg in it...'
If she'd had more time, she would have made congee, but things were too rushed. Prepping the ingredients and letting it simmer would take longer than the half-hour she had.
Perhaps annoyed by one slight after another, or maybe because she'd been awake since the middle of the night, Ruby Sawyer couldn't hold back a derisive snort. "Anyone with eyes can see who made that sandwich. You don't think Ethan Quinn chose Ms. Lockhart's breakfast on purpose, do you?"
Anna Summers had told her not to tip her hand and just observe, to try and get some actual evidence.
But she just couldn't stand it anymore.
