Harrow drew from the back of his book a folded document. ‘Here’s a print-up of the latest Lillibridge letter from the Friday Fortnight site, with Rosetta’s introduction to start. It’s a letter dated 1767, and it’s addressed to Ned. This is what you wrote to me in your past life.’
Matthew accepted the document. ‘How did you find me?’
‘Pretty f***ing hostile at first.’ Harrow was grinning. ‘Especially when I told you I’d written the book.’
‘Not what I meant. This address. Who told you where to find me?’
‘Private investigator.’
‘You went to a lot of trouble then.’
‘Yep. And for good reason.’
Matthew unfolded the page and began to read...
* * * *Hi Friday Fortnighters,
What a horrendous September it’s been. Many lives have been thrown into turmoil because of the crash. I’m keeping my
