The Housemaid's Secret (The Housemaid, #2)

by Freida McFadden

It all started with a simple cleaning job. And now it might end with my blood being mopped off the cabin floor.

I have made an incredibly bad judgment call. I have underestimated an extremely dangerous person. And now I will pay the ultimate price.

“This is so unfair!” Amber cries. “I breastfed her for over a week! Isn’t that worth anything?”

Yeah that’s most definitely not the same

He looks vaguely familiar—especially the scar over his left eyebrow.

Intrigueee

As he walks down the hall to his own apartment, I can’t help but think about what he said to me when I let him in. Two-C. Right below you. How did he know I live in Three-C?

Because for a while, the cleaning jobs I took weren’t exactly cleaning only. I used to do another service for several of the families I cleaned for. But I don’t do that anymore. I haven’t in years.

I’ve gotten involved with my employer only one time before, and I will never, ever go down that road again. I’d rather yank my own tooth out with a pair of pliers.

“This,” he says, “is the bystander effect. It’s a social psychology phenomenon in which individuals are less likely to offer help to a victim when there are other people present.”

My last boyfriend was the one who convinced me to follow the career path to social work—so I could help people in need while staying within the confines of the law. You need to help everyone, Millie. It is what I love about you. He really understood me. Unfortunately, he’s not around anymore.

Cannot wait to learn more about this one

I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about that apartment that makes me uneasy.

“Maybe she’s got a little green ribbon around her neck, and if someone unties it, her head will fall off?”

Yeah that’s actually insane

But I don’t need to google anything. I already know how to get blood stains out of fabric.

“Well,” Lisa says, “I just want to make sure you understand that the ad never went live because we never received payment.”

Okay this is crazy. How did Douglas get her number???

“She told me that a friend gave her your number and said that you were really good.”

I recognize the bracelet hanging off the wrist. It’s the same one Douglas gave her as a gift recently.

Wait. Didn’t Douglas give this to Millie to return it because Wendy didn’t want it??

There was something in his tone when he mentioned getting me Mets tickets. I’d like to give you a pair of tickets to a Mets game. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?

She also did tell Wendy that she sleeps in a Mets shirt

I wonder if I’m being mean. But I didn’t marry one of the richest men in the city just to be called Wendy by his receptionist.

okay she’s actually insane

“Well, when Doug explained it to me, he mentioned something about you being a lying, manipulative bitch, and he didn’t want you to have any of his money.”

As he should

“My extra bottle of digoxin,” he clarifies. “The one I used to keep in your medicine cabinet for when I spent the night. Do you still have it? I take the extra bottle when I go on trips.”

NO SHE DIDN’T