Dee suspects you

Dee stared in your direction, pausing in her pacing, and finished gathering her thoughts.

"Malcolm Wolf is the obvious culprit. He met last with Wanda. She was fine when the rest of us met her, then brainwashed by the time that he met her. He is the only one who has directly benefited, at least so far, from her brainwashing. He has done everything he can since then to find ways that he can deflect suspicion onto others. Or smooth over existing suspicions others might have of him. Winning allies. Saving face. The strategies of a guilty man."

The only saving grace in being accused by her like this was that you and everyone else knew it was coming. You'd basically clenched your jaw for a punch and now it was connecting. Still, you challenged her: "How? Why?"

"The how is simple. The whole mansion is full of mesmeric artifacts. Ones we haven't even had the chance to archive personally yet. You got your hands on one."

You asked if she'd like to search you to confirm that wasn't the case.

A faint smile came to her face once again, then was buried back down. "No. You've had ample time to hide it. Perhaps even return it to its original place. As for the why. Well. Wanda rubs everyone the wrong way, for starters. You might have just been aggravated with her. But also. She's a twenty year old heiress that you, a man with a tiny fraction of her yearly income and now scratching your thirties, secured a blowjob from. The motive isn't hard to speculate on."

Finally, she took her seat, giving a rare sigh of satisfaction.

"And now I'm done."

You spotted Yara whispering to Brunhilde and saw the nervous look on Tallula's face. Linda was always going to be on your side, but the others could flip on you, hearing something like that.