Nick nodded. “He knows he’s being spied upon so he’s being very discreet about who he allows to visit.” That was good to know. She didn’t want him to suffer Primus’s fate. “Have you made any progress finding Primus’s betrayer?” “No. I’ve talked to his friends, but I know little more than I did upon my return to Boston.” Faith sighed with the injustice of that. She almost asked if he still considered her father a suspect but kept the question unspoken because after her father’s perfidy, she could no longer be sure about anything concerning him. Nicholas had also asked that they not discuss his guilt or innocence and she continued to think that best. They found a place to park and left the wagon to walk across the street to the shop owned by Charity’s mother, Babette Locke. Babette grew up in the French Indies as a slave to a mixed-blood seamstress. She and the mistress left the islands to immigrate to the colonies but the seamstress died on the passage and was buried at sea.
