Chapter 17

“What the hell do you want me to do,Edward?I’ve never felt this helpless.”

“And that’s because you love her.We all do.”Leslie moved his hand perhaps to pat Cyril on the shoulder again,but stopped midway,picked up his glass,and sipped the remainder of his drink.

Edward pulled out a notebook and pen.“Let’s see if we can make any sense of what we know.”Then he looked at Cyril.“Or rather what you know.But first,another round.”He went behind the bar and refilled their glasses.“We definitely need spirits tonight.”

“Spirits,”Cyril said.“Yes,that’s what I’m talking about.Caroline was under a spell.”He told them about her vision,seeing Billy on a passing ferry,and his saying something about France.

“France?”Edward said.