Chapter 11: Warrick
The taxi driver let me out in the courtyard of Greenbriers. I accepted my kitbag from him, paid him, and then turned to study my friend’s home.
It had been only two years since I’d last stood here, but it felt like a lifetime.
I limped to the front door, startled when it opened before I could lift my hand to the bell pull.
“Lieutenant Synclaire. We’ve been waiting for you.” Wolcott, who’d been the Smythes’ butler since Thomas and I had been in leading strings, observed me solemnly. “It’s good to see you again.”
“Thank you, Wolcott. Any word on when Captain Smythe will arrive?”
“We’re expecting him by the end of the week.”
“And his condition?”
He shook his head. “We’ve heard nothing other than what I’m sure Lady Eugenia must have conveyed to you.”
I nodded. “Whe
