“I assume you decided who to send.”
Sawyer didn’t look up. He was sat in his room at Elizabeth’s desk, staring down at the books she had left when she packed her things to go away for a month.
He hadn’t opened them. He was just staring down at them as if being near to the things she cared about might keep her safe.
“They left half an hour ago.”
“Who is ‘they’? I need to know if things I had planned are going to need changing.”
“Mina and Andrew.”
Francesca wanted to ask why he had chosen those two when she could have named ten people she would send before either of them. She knew better than to question her brother when he was in this kind of mood, and so she remained silent.
He finally looked at her. The concern on his face was far more serious than it had been earlier, and it was c
