Rathe smiled. “Then we were right.”
“Looks that way. There’s something else.” Cook paused, shifting his position, as though the pressure of the words he had to say was too much for his body to manage. “We’ve found Lyndsey Crane.”
Rathe’s heart seemed to slump in his breast and he felt a surge of nausea pass through him. “Where?”
Cook was shaking his head. “She’s alive, just. There was a raid on a place near Kings Cross. She was in there as a worker. That much junk in her she doesn’t know who she is.”
Rathe ran a hand down his face. “Dear God. But the doctors think… ?”
Cook nodded. “In time, she’ll recover. In a long time.”
Rathe ran his hand through his hair. “Eliza Graham will be relieved, no matter what.”
“Of course.” Cook closed his eyes against the thought.
“When will Lyndsey b
