CHAPTER NINE
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CHAPTER NINE
Aubrey pressed a set of keys into Rachel’s hand. “Feel free to come and go as you please. And nowhere in the house is off limits. You’ll find most of Polidori’s medical journals and private letters in the drawers of his desk. However, a few ledgers and valued personal belongings are down in the basement safe. The combo is 1-8-2-4.”
“Three years after he died?”
“Um, yes.”
Rachel leaned into the warmth of the wingback chair, the taste of grilled sausages still on her tongue, and took a sip of merlot. She knew Aubrey must have read every word of Polidori’s writings, but she didn’t wish to be influenced by his views of what each might mean.
“I have a question,” she said. “The document box you sent to me in New York. It’s empty.”
“Is it?” His lips spread into a thoughtful smile that deepened the subtle wrinkles at his eyes. The clock on the mantle struck ten, and Aubrey rose. “I’m a bit of a night owl. I’ve a prior engagement in Old Compton Street to say goodbye to some old friends. You are more than welcome.”
Rachel shook her head. “Perhaps another time.”
He pulled on his bomber jacket and opened the parlor door. “Rachel.” His gaze was penetrating, his eyes much darker than she recalled. “You’re safe here. You know that don’t you?” The sheen of red wine on his lips held her attention. He disappeared out into the hall.
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