CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Rachel slumped into the wingback in disbelief. She read the ledger entry a second time, but she still couldn’t comprehend it. She set the book aside and powered down her laptop. She needed to sleep. And so she did.
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She woke with a start at the chiming of the hall clock. Seven chimes, but she might have missed one or two. Or three. She reached for her phone, the eiderdown and sheets twisted around her legs. The screen flashed 10:00 pm. Rachel doubted her body clock would ever settle onto London time. She rolled over and pressed her face deep into the plump, duck-down pillow. Eventually she dragged herself from the bed’s warmth and pulled aside the heavy curtains to peer out the window. The rain had stopped. The streetscape and evening sky were a dreary, d
