that loyalty isn’t the same as certainty.
Losing Theo isn’t the only threat to our relationship, I realize. Even if we get to keep him—which, I have to admit to myself, is looking far from certain—will all the stress and suspicion leave its mark? Can we really survive this as a couple?
I’ve heard people say there are no winners in legal cases. I’m beginning to understand why.
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MY ANGER ABOUT MILES makes me even more determined to speak to Tania, though. What he did to me fits with everything else I know about him, as well as something I read online: “For psychopaths, sex is all about gratification, conquest, risk, and reward.”
Where to start? I never took Tania’s number. But then I think of Lucy’s Facebook, all those pictures of expeditions to the zoo and park. I reach for my iPad.
Sure enough, under the list of people who’ve liked the pictures is Tania Lefebvre. I message her.
Hi Tania, it’s Maddie Wilson here. I know this will seem odd, but could I talk to you about your experience of working for Miles Lambert?
After a little while, a reply comes back.
I think you might be more interested to talk to the nanny before me, Michaela Costea (we share the same agency). Here are her contact details. Bonne chance.
Attached is a phone number.
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“MILES LAMBERT FIRED YOU, didn’t he? He saw you going through Facebook or whatever, and using his coffee machine when you were meant to be looking after David.”
We meet in a café on Finchley Road, a small, bustling place with steamed-up windows where the owners, a family, shout to one another cheerfully in Turkish. Michaela sips her latte and nods.
“Yes. He fired me. But it wasn’t how you said.”
“What happened?”
Michaela pauses before replying. She’s a pretty girl, I decide, although her bleached-white hair does her no favors. “I didn’t behave too good myself. Listen, I’m not proud of it. But he was worse.”
“Why? What did he do?”
She sighs. “I suppose I was angry with her—with Mrs. Lambert. Who has a coffee machine and stops people using it? ‘You’re just the nanny. Here, you can drink Nescafé.’ I mean, really? So when they were out, I made myself a coffee.” She shakes her head. “I didn’t know it was his rule, of course. Everything in that house was him. And yes, while I drank my coffee I looked at my Instagram. Why not? It wasn’t like David needed me right then.”
“But Miles saw you on his camera.”
Michaela nods. “They hadn’t told me they were spying on me, either. Not in so many words.”
“And then he fired you,” I say, not quite sure where this is going. Having a hidden camera is distrustful and controlling, certainly, but I don’t think it’s illegal.
“Not then, he didn’t.” Michaela seems to come to a decision. “Okay. He comes to me that night, when she’s at her book club. ‘I’ve seen you drinking the coffee,’ he says. ‘My wife gets very angry about things like that. Personally, I think it’s a ridiculous rule. So let’s not tell her. Our secret, right?’ And then he…he…” She suddenly looks very young. “Well, you can guess the rest.”
“Ah. You slept with him?”
“Sleeping. What an English word. We say a băga regele-n castel when we want to be polite. Putting the king inside the castle. Yes, we did it. I told myself it was just my revenge, to pay his wife back for being so uptight.” She shrugs again, an attempt at bravura that doesn’t quite work. “I would have done it with him maybe once, then stopped. But he came to my room again a few days later. She was downstairs. I knew it was wrong but he just assumed…Somehow it was hard to say no. And then, the next time, we did it in the kitchen when she was right next door, in the playroom. We were behind the big counter in the middle, what she calls the island. He just unzipped himself and put my hand on it. I was wearing a short skirt…It was crazy stupid. If she’d come in…But you know something? I think he liked it. That we might get caught, I mean.”
“Do you think she knew?”
Michaela looks thoughtful. “I don’t think so. But she’s strange with him, actually. Like she’s a little bit scared but she also depends on him for everything. I think she only sees what she wants to see.”
“Did you ever see him be violent towards her? Or