“I don’t see what other choice you have,” she said. “I admit, it might not work.”
“And if he leaves Kenton Hill without telling me? Or sends someone else?”
Polly sighed. “He’ll ask me to send a scribble ahead of time, naming the time of the arrival and who should be arriving. I won’t know who I’m sending it to, obviously, but if he intends to dispatch someone else, I’ll know.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
“Then you and I are out of luck,” Polly said quietly. “Along with the rest of the parish.”
We stood there staring at each other, then at the sheet of parchment in her hand. “This is our last chance, Nina.”
Panic swarmed in my chest. “Polly, it’ll be all right.”
She shook her head. “There are a million ways for this to go wrong,” she mumbled, fear splitting the words. “This is suicidal.”
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