Chapter 45
Charlotte helped guide a trembling Concordia through the bedroom window. “That was close,” she breathed.
Concordia groped her way to a chair. Her legs were shaking so badly she didn’t know if they would hold her weight. “Luckily, his eyes weren’t adjusted to the dark, and the balustrade blocked most of that side. Including the ladder.”
“What did you learn?” Charlotte asked.
“Plenty, and none of it good,” Concordia said. She fiddled with a suspender. Really, she could get used to such attire.
Charlotte listened with rapt attention as Concordia told her about Robert Flynn and the Circle’s plans to set bombs at the candidates’ rally tomorrow.
“Today, actually.” Concordia drew a shuddering breath.
“But why?” Charlotte asked. “I hadn’t heard of any threats against either candi
