Chapter 30

Once I was settled in Montreal, I wrote to him, but I never heard back. I imagined Thomas had grown tired of not getting any kind of response from me, and I couldn’t say I blamed him. I decided to leave well enough alone.

Now, I took the letter, startled to find my hands trembling to a degree I almost dropped it. I forced myself to examine the envelope, to take my time studying it. It was postmarked from Egypt. Oddly enough, the address was this flat rather than my mother’s cottage.

I shook my head, dismissing it as one of those peculiar things that just happened, slit the flap, and removed the sheets of white paper.

I’ve found him again!he wrote. He would never tell me what he was doing in that part of the world, but I suspected it was something deep and dark and to do with the government and his former commander, who had since been knighted. Roddy Sayer! Those damned exclamation points. Do you remember me writing to you of him?