“Relax, Professor Ayrwick. I'm softening toward you, but it doesn't mean I can't keep you on your toes.” She paused, catching sight of the luggage I'd been carrying earlier in Glass Hall.
“Remind me. Where did that bizarre doll come from?” She leaned forward and yanked the rollaboard toward her.
“It was my uncle's.” While considering her motives, I realized I still hadn't met Sawyer Jaccard. I assumed he'd been with Bitsy in Glass Hall's lobby, but I'd never actually seen him. Between him, Tobias Natcher, and the other man with the Clark Gable mustache, I could've confused everyone's identities.
When I asked Myriam if she had a photo of Sawyer, she laughed. “The man is camera shy, but you'll know him when you meet him. How did you come across your uncle's doll again?”
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