The Time Of The Clockmaker (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
Anything. We hadn’t talked since we had argued the day before, and so far, it didn’t seem as if that would change any time soon. I couldn’t stand knowing that he was there but out of reach. “Henley?” I called out into the empty room. There was no reply. So that was how he was playing it now? Outright ignoring me? I didn’t call again. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I needed him. The clock, I told myself. That was what I had to concentrate on. It had been a couple of days since I had dropped off the countess’s clock to be fixed, so I figured I could pick it up today. It wasn’t as if anyone needed me, anyway. When I retraced the steps I had taken with Richard, for the first time in a long time I felt truly alone. Miss Hatfield was still dead, the countess was probably with Phillip, and Henley was gone. My chest hitched as I tried to take a deep breath. I went through the motions to retrace my way back to the clockmaker’s rooms. When I found the right door, I shook my head and tried to clear my mind.
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