Chapter 25
Night became day in a slow gradation of light over Sydney Harbour. Thin cloud cover blocked the blue sky and dissipated the sunrise. Florentine watched from her bed, too tired to close the curtains on this ominous day, too awake to let sleep come, confidence and cockiness deflated.
The midnight shift at the statue and fountain had been a waste of time. Nightwatchmen had completed their rounds like clockwork. Nothing to upset their routine, no strange mists, weird occurrences, hallucinating fiends. Nothing.
She’d returned to the hotel at six am, after the last inspection before the day guards began their shift, with only the times the nightwatchmen visited the fountain and the path they took on their rounds. Important information, Mr Michaels had reminded her several times. Th
