Chapter 154

Delilah breezes ahead of us, looking around the decor. She comes back to collect James so she can show him an old photograph of someone she knows.

“Um, how old is she?” I ask Reggie and Marco.

“Good question. No real appropriate answer.” Reggie takes a sip of champagne and pulls up an image on his phone. “We know she’s over a hundred years old, but not older than two hundred. She says Claude Monet was her stepfather. He painted her mother in the mid-eighteen hundreds, but there are no images of Delilah. She seems to be fuzzy on dates until the nineteen hundreds.”

“That’s definitely Lady Camille. She got more gray hair now, though.” Marco smiles at the image. “Come on. Let’s help these girls.”

Estelle peeks out of the manager’s office and waves to me, making my brain flip into work mode. “That’s our cue. Marco, Estelle, is a veterinarian, but she’s a sigma expert. She knows as much about them as my father or me, maybe even more. She treated and detoxed the twins when I originally p