Eighty-six:
Fiona Fallon
I thought that maybe I would feel something in the Netherlands. Or that things would become clearer. Instead, it was fuzzy. I remembered getting in the car to leave and nothing. “Well?” Adrianus asked as he helped me unpack in my room. “Did you remember anything?”
I shook my head. “No. I thought that I would. It stands out more vividly than Scotland, but what if that is only because it was the last place I happened to be at?”
Adrianus reached out and took my hand. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out. An attack on you is an attack on me. Have you talked with Evander Gordon?”
I frowned. “Who?”
“Lord Oliver Berkshires boyfriend,” Adrianus said, “he was involved as well. He was driving. There was a p
