Chapter 20“Come see what I found!” Frederick called from deeper inside the costume shop.
They’d caught the first morning train to Exeter, agreeing—while steadfastly not discussing what they’d almost done last night—it was safest not to risk anyone recognising him if they went out. And to avoid Mrs. Glick keeping track of his coming and going. Best to disappear among the crowds of a large town.
He took her hand as she came around a group of mannequins dressed as the Beatles and led her into a corner where he’d spread out all the parts of two costumes on a vintage sofa. Bobby socks and a polka dot top were draped across the back.
She held up a swing-skirt, peering dubiously at an embroidered poodle on its front. “1950s?” She glanced at Frederick and skipped back at the sight of him in a m
