Seventy-three:
Fiona Fallon
New York.
I didn’t know anything about New York, except for what I’d seen in the movies. What I did know was that I was going to be living with the Bastian family in their home in the Upper East Side. Jack Cartwright had come with me as my security guard. Of course, no one had exactly told me why I needed a security guard.
“Do you think I’m going ta be safe there?” I asked. The two of us were sitting on a private jet. “I mean, if they could find me in the Netherlands what makes them think that I won’t be found in New York? You told me that I had to leave Scotland because the terrorist group that my father was part of, The Guillotine, was after me. That they were the ones who attacked me in the Netherlands.”
“It’s going to be different this
