After the terrible meals I’d had while traveling, I was grateful for Phyllida’s artistry with herbs and seasonings. After dinner, we walked to Sir Broderick’s. Our conversation traveled from sales at the bookshop to the latest news in the neighborhood. I caught Emma’s eye and she gave a small nod. Neither of us mentioned the stealthy footsteps following us to the meeting, but I saw Emma ready the knife in her grip. Each soft step felt like a tiny jab in my spine, and I wanted to run to the safety of Sir Broderick’s front door. Warmer spring weather had descended on London in my absence, but Sir Broderick’s fire burned as hot as ever and he sat as close. I thought I would melt as I walked over to him. “Was your trip successful?” “It was certainly surprising. Are you ready for me to start?” “Have a cup of tea first. We have a lot to go over tonight.
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