CHAPTER FOUR
IT WAS DÉJÀ VU ALL over again.
Warwicke held Fabiana’s hand and watched Godric as he checked her pulse and examined the bleeding cut on her head. She’d been hysterical when Warwicke had found her and Godric had given her a sedative when he’d arrived. At the moment she was sleeping peacefully.
“Is she okay?”
Godric grabbed his bag. “She reopened the cut on her head. She should have some stitches. I can do that here.” He stood up, looking at Warwicke with a concerned face. “But she needs to see Brita, Wicke. She’s wanted for questioning.”
Warwicke nodded, swiping a hand over his face. “I know, I know. I just want to try to find out what happened here first. It looks like somebody attacked her.”
Godric looked meaningfully around the apartment. Nothing was out of place. Noth
