Sophie raised her head. Light filtering through the trees dappled her face. Hawk.Charlotte looked up as well. A bird of prey soared above the treetops, circling around them.Its dead, Sophie said. George is guiding it. He is very powerful.The realization washed over Charlotte in a cold gush of embarrassment. Is George spying on Richard and me?Always, Sophie said. All those perfect manners are a sham. He spies on everyone and everything. Declan hasnt been able to conduct a single business meeting in the past year without Georges knowing all the details. He does let go when you make love. He is a prude.Prude is a coarse word. He has a sense of tact, Charlotte corrected before she caught herself.A sense of tact, Sophie repeated, tasting the words. Thank you. The other one is somewhere around here, too.The other one?Sophie surveyed the woods. I can smell you, Jack!No, you cant, a distant voice answered