CHAPTER TEN
THEY WERE SITTING AROUND the long table in Alf’s kitchen. Godric focused a light into first one of Brita’s eyes and then the other, nodding with satisfaction at what he saw. “Pupils look good.” He extended a finger in front of her. “Follow my finger with just your eyes.”
Brita did as he asked, impatient to ask the questions swirling through her mind.
Godric dropped his hand, smiling. “Not bad for a woman who’s been drugged, strangled and beaten over the last few days.”
Brita grimaced, swallowing hard. “Don’t remind me.”
Percy touched her shoulder. “Do you really remember everything?”
She shook her head. “No. I have no idea what happened that night at the station.”
“How is this possible, Godric?”
Godric dropped the ophthalmoscope into his bag and zipped it closed. He gla
