Chapter Seventeen
Even though the sun was slipping from the sky and London’s streets were dropping into shadow, cooling rapidly, it was still way too warm for a coat, much less a long one. Still, Fiona had no choice. She couldn’t be spotted leaving the hotel dressed like she was, and she didn’t want to travel through the city with people staring at her, either. She hurried from the building, lest someone see her and engage her in conversation, then get to wondering where she was going so heavily made-up, and with her blonde hair in pigtails.
So, wrapped in the coat, Fiona made her way through the Mayfair streets, the red-brick and grey stone buildings beautifully dappled with light and shade, in the direction of Green Park Tube station. She grumbled to herself that it’d take her longer t
