"I hate to ruin things, but I must admit I had more motives than simply dancing with you in mind when I approached," you confessed to Erica.
The Carlyle head's eyes narrowed in distaste. "I do not discuss business ventures outside of appointments."
"No, nothing like that," you assured her. "I do wish to speak privately, not here, but it concerns evidence your brother is not as gone as it appeared."
She took in a sharp breath and stared at you. "What evidence?"
"I didn't bring it here, this isn't exactly the place to speak of such things. But I thought it was important to bring it to your attention." You pulled out a picture of the yacht. She accepted it and looked at it carefully. There was no sign of recognition, or even understanding of why you would show her such a picture.
"Meet me tomorrow, eight. I can squeeze you in in the morning at my estate," Erica ordered. "This better not be a game, Heartwork. I take my family very seriously."
You nodded seriously to her. "I will share with you what I know, I promise."
The rest of the party was a pleasant enough passage of time. You dressed with as much care as you had for the party when you headed to the estate in the morning. Erica welcomed you in and brought you in to a small office. She took a seat and looked at you. "Well, you have your meeting."
"I'm sure you heard of the attempted murder of Jackson Elias. He had been collecting evidence for another one of his books, and was drawn into looking into the Carlyle Expedition." You passed over the notes that Elias had scribbled and the interview with the witnesses in Africa about the truth of the massacre. "I suspect that your brother may be hiding in China, though I don't know why any of this would be done."
Erica scowled darkly. "I do. That harlot woman Bunay. She showed up in New York, and told him some sort of secret he became obsessed with. He spoke of her like some kind of queen, or priestess, to save him from his dreams."
"Bunay?" you asked carefully.
"An african woman that forced her way into proper society, Nichonka Bunay" Erica sneered.
This wasn't useful. Erica's racist bias would make determining the truth of what she spoke about more difficult.
"You said Roger hoped to get help from her about his dreams."
Erica frowned a twist of guilt flashing briefly over her features. "Yes. He started to wake up screaming. He wouldn't talk about it with anyone. When Bunay entered his life I recommended he speak to Dr Houston. I thought the good doctor would be able to stop the nightmares he had. Instead he joined up with the harlot to persuade my brother along on the expedition. I thought Roger would come to his senses when he saw that she truly had nothing to offer to him. Instead it seems the mess he's plunged himself into is even deeper than I thought. Faking his death? Well, he's certainly not getting control of the businesses back!"
"Something similar happened with an expedition I went along with in Peru," you informed Erica. "The man funding the expedition was ill. He went mad and tried to kill us."
"This is worse than my foolish brother simply being used for his money." Erica frowned and tapped her nails on the table worriedly.
[ ]Ask what she knows of Dr Houston
[ ]Ask what Roger did before the expedition
[ ]Ask more of Bunay
[ ]Ask about Roger's bodyguard
[ ]Write-in