Concordia awoke to the sun in her eyes. She sat upright and gazed out the window. Mercy, how late was it? She wished she had her watch.
The people, more of them now and lingering out of idle curiosity, had been moved farther back. She could see Capshaw and Maloney out in the square, crawling around the platform structure. What about the hotel? Had they found any devices in the breakfast room?
With people gathering in the square, she was having trouble seeing what was going on. Maybe she could get a little closer. She climbed out of the vehicle and closed the door.
“Miss Wells?” asked a high-pitched voice.
With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Concordia recognized that voice. She turned to see Miss Pomeroy, accompanied by Miss Lovelace and her friends. What she wouldn’t gi
