Chapter Twenty One
The two men squinted against the sunlight as they surfaced behind a fish mongers stall near the Seine. At this hour, the market was alive with buyers and sellers.
Their search continued up one row and down the other, giving descriptions at every stall of Vivianne, Driss, and even Benjamin. Only the shaking of heads and frowns to the negative met their inquiries. “Damn it,” Beau cursed as he paced back and forth in front of the church at the end of the market square.
Thaddeus drummed his fingers on the wide stone railing he leaned against. “What about Strathmore?”
“What about him?”
“If he’s working with Benslimane, he might know where Miss Daniels is to be taken and when.”
The doctor stopped pacing for a moment, “But we don’t know where he is.”
“Lily might.”
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