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The past?
What kind of cases did Gloria usually work? I hadn’t even thought to ask her directly. But Ms. McKinnen had said—
“No.” Gloria’s voice had lost its angry edge. “I’m too old for that. Mostly sleuthing and acting as an intermediary at rendezvous points. But there’s nothing else today, at any rate, or tomorrow. I don’t expect to hear back from my client until later this week.”
Bryce shrugged, and my shallow breathing began to even out.
“Then it’s settled. I’ll deal with Uncle Gregory.” He held out his hand to me, and I stared at it. His usually clean hands, although they smelled of soap, were stained with red dirt and ash. “I’m going back home,” he said. “Come with me?”
My gaze followed the line of his arm to his face. Now that I was paying more attention, I noticed he even had smudges on his sleeves.
Was he working in the greenhouse?
“Bianca?” My spine tingled at the way he said my name, and I looked into his face. There was a certain level of expectation there, and right now, I didn’t feel like fighting it.
“Okay.”
