POV: Yessica | Location: Edinburgh
Agnes turned onto George Street and didn't speak.
Neither did Yessica.
The Volvo moved through lunch-hour traffic — delivery vans, cyclists, a tour bus disgorging Japanese tourists onto the wet pavement near the Balmoral. Normal Edinburgh. Normal Tuesday. The world entirely unconcerned with the fact that a man had just watched Yessica walk out of her solicitor's office and then turned away when she saw him.
"He warned you," Agnes said finally. "About your father."
"Yes."
"That's not something an investigator does. Not if he's loyal to whoever hired him."
Yessica looked out the window. The New Town buildings slid past in gray precision. Georgian and permanent and absolutely indifferent.
"He's not loyal," she said.
"To anyone?"
"I don't know yet."
