Chapter 7
By the day’s end, Isobel felt as tired as Devlin looked.
After Merchants, they’d toured parts of the underground. Then they’d visited the steam plant, been given a look at some of their tunnels, and finally taken the underground light rail from Pioneer Square up to the University of Washington. There he’d talked his way into a new subway tunnel that was being bored further north and had definite possibilities as a setting, without having to interrupt any traffic flow or worry about other people.
Back on the surface streets, their progress had run into no end of problems and delays. All to do with fans wanting her autograph or a selfie with her.
“Your sundresses makes you too damn beautiful,” Devlin had growled after she’d been accosted for the third time, or maybe the thirty-
