TWENTY-FOUR
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Sunday. All Grant had told her was that he would pick her up after three. It ended up being almost five by the time she got the call. When he did arrive, he was in the van she had hired for him. She got in, received a muted hello and then the journey was silent until she couldn’t take it anymore.
He hadn’t told her where they were going, but they were heading south in the direction of McCormack Manor, not that she assumed that was their destination. The sun would be setting in an hour or two and she didn’t relish the idea of being alone in the dark under threat of attack.
“Is Sutcliffe coming alone?” she asked, speaking loud enough that her words could be heard over the pounding of her heartbeat.
“He’s bringing two men,” he said and added some reassurance before s
