The AnswerAgain I climbed that long flight of stairs, but when I knocked on Reina Bower’s door, she took one look at me and shut it in my face.
“Mrs. Bower, please. It’s about Trina.”
After a minute, she opened the door. “What about her?”
“Can I come in?”
She opened the door, and I went inside. She shut the door behind me. “You know what happened the last time I talked to you? Men following me, a man my Constable knows was killed. And now my apothecary won’t serve me!”
“I’m sorry; I had no idea any of this would happen.”
“Hmph.” She glanced at my waistline. “What happened there?”
“Your apothecary betrayed me.” I went in, put my carpetbag upon the table, drew out a slim folder with the news clippings Mr. Blackberry had loaned me. “These are the reports of children murdered like your
