Chapter 10I slept soundly for several hours. Nothing to do, sadly, with the minuscule portion of alcohol I had been given. I fell asleep to the whispering draught from the fireplace.
I awoke in darkness, not knowing what had woken me but certain of a presence now in the room. As usual, I lay facing the wall, and at first, I thought I was being granted another visitation from Kit. After seeing or imagining his likeness in the photograph, it was almost as if I was expecting him. Then I heard the softest of footfalls and the floor creaked. But the slow drip of salty water from Davy Jones’ Locker and the soft shuffle from his bell-bottomed trousers were absent and I knew this was not Kit.
I remained still, feeling cool air across my naked back as the coverlet was peeled away. Then came a def
