CHAPTER 24
WE DIDN’T GO back to the little apartment in Camden. Instead of the bustle of the high street and market, intimidating yet somehow comfortable in their anonymity, huge homes zipped past on quiet streets. Even though I’d grown up with money, I couldn’t help gawping at the houses hidden behind walls and hedges, too big even for my father to afford.
“Where are we?”
“Belgravia.”
“Why?”
“It’s where we’re running the real investigation.”
What did she mean the “real investigation?” She spoke like everything so far had been a game. A charade. “I don’t understand.”
“You will soon enough. I promised no more lies, yeah?”
Minutes later, she turned left into the short driveway of a huge white mansion, down a ramp, and into an underground parking garage reminiscent of the one at Black
