Lilia looked down at her hands, finding it impossible to meet the man’s gaze for long. He was disappointed in her, and worse she was disappointed in herself. She’d accepted the mission without much hesitation.
‘You mentioned this is to do with Grace?’ She asked quietly.
There was a baited pause, held in the air between them before George unlocked the drawer in his desk and pulled out two short missives. He set them before her. The handwriting was unmistakable the same in each. Lilia lifted her hand, tracing the curl of letters, the first letter was the final agreement that the courier, herself, would meet by the Dockland carts at midnight. The second, an instruction to remove Grace Denare. It detailed the courtyard, the date and time that Grace was killed. Forget breathlessness, there w
