" How long did she work for you?” Myron asked. “Oh, I don’t know,” Arthur said. “A year or two, I guess. I really don’t remember. Chance and I weren’t responsible for household help, of course. That was more Mother’s doing.” Already with the “plausible deniability.” Interesting. “Do you remember why she left your family’s employ?” Arthur Bradford’s smile stayed frozen, but something was happening to his eyes. His pupils were expanding, and for a moment it looked like he was having trouble focusing. He turned to Chance. They both looked uncertain now, not sure how to handle this sudden frontal assault, not wanting to answer but not wanting to lose the potentially massive Lock-Horne Securities support either. Arthur took the lead. “No, I don’t remember.” When in doubt, evade. “Do you, Chance?” Chance spread his hands and gave them the boyish smile. “So many people in and out.” He looked to Win as if to say, You know how it is. But Win’s eyes, as usual, offered no solace. "
― Harlan Coben , One False Move (Myron Bolitar, #5)