Seventeen“Came by to see how that leg is, brother.” Nathan helped himself to fresh coffee from the pot sitting on a silver tray on the dining room table. “You’re still looking a tad peaky, old man. But I suppose that’s understandable with what you’ve got to deal with. How are the house plans coming along?”
“Sebastian’s dealing with a lot of that for me, thank goodness,” said John. “Today’s drama just arrived in the person of Huldah Wilmington. Her daughter Isabella has gone missing. She’s just checking she hasn’t returned home in the last half hour. If she’s still absent, then I’m taking her out to see if she’s absconded to Lotta Crabtree’s.”
He gestured to a chain and a scrap of paper that sat on the dining table.
Nathan raised his eyebrows. “What’s that? And why Lotta’s?” He put down
