Olly: someone’s with you all day?
Not wasting any time, I stepped into the dark garage, letting the door shut behind me. I dragged in a breath, and immediately I started coughing. At first I couldn’t make sense of the gas smell, the sound, or why I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t understand what was happening, and then I did.The car in the closed garage—a Lincoln sedan that belonged to Linds’ mom was running.
I pulled up the loose collar of my robe, coughing into the material as I started to turn away, looking for the button to open the garage door, when I realized the car wasn’t empty.There was a form in the driver’s seat.Eyes starting to burn, I ran to the side, across chilly cement, then cried out in horror.
Slumped behind the wheel was Linds.Somehow there was a part of my brain that was still functioning. I knew these fumes had built up in the garage, that it was deadly, that it had been on purpose, and that I needed to get Linds out of the car and into fresh air. I reached for the door. It was locked—so were the passenger and the back doors. A new kind of fear took hold, settling in my gut, adding to the weight already pressing down on my chest. Instinct spun me around, and I rushed back to the wall, slamming my palm down on the button.
I hit it again, and again, and again, and still the door wouldn’t open.
Hacking now, deep body shaking coughs, I whirled around, searching for anything. Spying a shovel in the shadowy corner, I grabbed it and went back to the car.I tease because I admire.
It’s a brilliant skill, Daniel insisted.Even if it did get you shot and run out of the country? Hugh asked. It was true what he’d said to Lady Sarah—sometimes gallows humor was the only choice.
Daniel stopped in his tracks, and his expression turned somber.You do realize, Hugh said, that my aptitude with numbers is precisely the reason I have always excelled at cards.