*Sterling*
She lies so still that I keep my fingers pressed to the pulse at her neck, feeling the slight, faint fluttering. She has a horrible gash on her head. One of the maids helps me change her into a nightgown so she’ll be more comfortable. She is already bruising. It’s evident they’ve been beating her. If only I had seen them. If only I hadn’t stopped on the stairs. If only I had better vision at night. If only…
Sending for Grimley is like putting out word using a telegraph. Claybourne, Evangeline, and Swindler arrive in short order and are quickly followed by Moondancer, who brings along a disreputable-looking chap he introduces as Feagan. The old man leans on his cane, studying Frannie as she lies with her glorious red hair spread out over the pillow. This is the man Frannie thou
