Chapter Ten
I see that your bookstore is for sale. In the event that you’re serious about leaving the city, I can recommend you to Lowell Lockhart. He lives near Welliston. The town should suit you, and considering your dilemma, I’d suggest you get in touch with him. He will be rough on you, but I think that’s what you need, sweet one. What Heinrich could never do, and I won’t, he can. Call me, Bernard.
The note arrives by private messenger, which seems like just another sign of Bernard’s scrupulous character. He scrawls the message in his bold handwriting and I finger the crisp paper for some minutes before letting it fall on my desk.
Lowell Lockhart. The name sounds forbidding. I haven’t seen Bernard since the morning after my night with Heinrich and his new lover’s delicate fis
