Chapter SeventeenA SHORT TIME LATER, Acacia knocked on Kate’s door, with Rick at her side. He looked slightly the worse for wear, with cuts and abrasions on his hands and face. He wore dark sunglasses and an earpiece and had appeared at Acacia’s door holding her motorcycle helmet.
With the exception of Claude and his things, Acacia had packed everything she valued into a rolling suitcase and a briefcase, including Marcel’s journal. Claude meowed in protest from behind the walls of his carrier, scratching at the sides.
Kate opened the door to her flat wearing only a bathrobe. She rubbed her eyes. “What time is it?”
“Early. I need a favor.” Acacia addressed Kate in French, partially because she’d only heard Rick speak English and hoped his French was poor.
“Whoa.” Kate started and took a
