ArmsThe same questions were pouring through her mind as she knew they would be everyone else’s. She’d wanted so desperately to stop Victoria in her tracks; to ask her why she’d done what she did, to discover what could possibly have compelled her to support the demolition of the Tower. But she’d known that there was someone else who would need those answers first; someone who deserved to hear Victoria before any of the others. So she’d let her friend run past. Towards the park. Towards Adam.
She’d let her go.
The phone kept ringing. Hilda pulled her mobile away from her ear and glanced at the screen. There was still no answer from Constantine.
That was the fifth time she’d tried to call him.
Where are you?
Where are you?She posed the question to herself, without voice, knowing that no
