"Mansion's old," Mara murmured, almost to herself. "The east wing still has gas sconces, doesn't it? And the west wing—the study, the master bedroom—updated in the nineties. But the power went out tonight at eight forty-five. The whole block. Generator kicks in only for the west wing, the security system, and the kitchen."
"The mansion keeps no secrets," Mara said, pulling out her handcuffs. "It just waits for someone smart enough to listen." Mansion -Alibi-
Silas opened his mouth. Elara spoke first, her voice a razor wrapped in silk. "He was with me. He was. We were together the entire time." "Mansion's old," Mara murmured, almost to herself