Finished my latest analysis of audio surveillance at the Hughes home and there is nothing unusual to note after you left.
You asked me to keep an ear out for the nanny, but she spends most of her time with the kids. She’s good at keeping them distracted. Very inventive, lots of creative brain games. Stuff like having them look outside and tell her the makes, models, years, and colors of all the cars they see. (I found myself distracted by this too, to be honest.) The Hughes kids are quick. Who knows how they’ll eventually turn out, but they might make great private investigators someday. Maya Rain is quite the teacher.
Francine Pearl Hughes spends a lot of time shopping online. I’m tracking all internet activity and I have a list of the high-end clothing and jewelry stores she’s been visiting. The clothing appears to be purchased for herself, though I do not know the nanny’s measurements. (Yes, I’m working on it. Ms. Rain’s digital trail is either thin or carefully obscured.) The jewelry appears to be for a woman, presumably Ms. Hughes.
One other thing, boss—and this may be nothing, but I wanted to mention it anyway: Francine Pearl Hughes does a lot of singing around the house. Her own hits, but also older show tunes and stuff from the Great American Songbook. This is not surprising, of course, because Ms. Hughes is a singer, and I’m sure she’s keeping her vocal cords in shape. Could be just habit. But is this the behavior of a woman in mourning for her husband?
More updates as I learn them. As I type these words, however, I hear there’s a visitor to the Hughes home—your old friend Veena Lion is there to talk to the nanny.