POV: Yessica | Location: Edinburgh
Agnes drove her.
Didn't ask. Just picked up her bag and said, "Get in the car," and that was the end of it.
The Volvo smelled like old books and lavender and moved through Edinburgh traffic like Agnes had been navigating these streets her entire life — because she had.
"What exactly did Fiona say?" Agnes asked, eyes on the road.
"That there's something she should have told me this morning." Yessica watched the New Town buildings slide past. Georgian stone, iron railings, bare winter trees. "That I need to come in immediately."
"But she didn't say what."
"No."
Agnes said nothing. Drove.
Fiona Mackay was waiting at the door of her office when they arrived. Not the reception desk — the door itself. That meant she'd been watching the street.
"Come i
