The Housemaid Is Watching (The Housemaid, #3)

by Freida McFadden

“Will you please be careful, Enzo?” I say. He looks up at me, and when he grins, I melt. Is that normal? Do other women who are married to somebody for over eleven years still get wobbly in the knees over them sometimes?

Except the person at the window doesn’t wave back. Instead, the shutters suddenly snap closed and the silhouette disappears.

If she’s a real estate agent, how come her neighbors didn’t want her to sell their house?

Janice, is not very friendly. She hardly ever comes out of the house except to bring her son to the bus stop. I mostly just see her in the window, staring out at the street. Such a busybody.”

But now, for the first time, I wonder if I have made a terrible mistake moving here.

“How about a turtle then?” Ada suggests. I shudder. “No, please not a turtle. I hate turtles.”

By the end of this night, if I have not stabbed Suzette with one of these forks, it will only be because I’m not sure which one to use to do it.

Maybe there are things I don’t know about my husband, but I know for sure that he is a good man. He has proven that to me time and time again. And even if he weren’t, I still don’t think he would cheat on me. He wouldn’t dare. I am scared of you, Millie Accardi. And he should be.

But it’s extremely hard to sleep when another woman’s perfume is tickling your nostrils.

The third in a series usually isn’t that great, so it’s not his fault.