I drove to the Upper East Side.
Not to the brownstone. To Eloise's townhouse. I sat outside in the car for a full ten minutes before I went to the door.
She answered it herself. She always did. She took one look at my face and stepped aside.
We sat in the room with the books and the silver photographs, the room where she had poured tea and told me that she had kept me secret to protect me, and I put Harriet Cross's account on the table between us.
Eloise looked at it. She did not pick it up.
Then she looked at me.
"There are things about that night that I have not told anyone," she said. "Not Madden. Not Kade."
I waited.
"The attack was meant for Killian," she said. "You know that. But I also know who ordered it. I have known since shortly after it happened." She folded her hands i
