Chapter 16As Talya climbed the stairs up to her room, she couldn’t help feeling that something was very wrong—woman’s intuition perhaps? She didn’t know what Rheza had seen or not seen in that house. She, too, was a woman with feelings. She had sensed something awful. She had felt threatened somehow. She had been scared, but why? Talya had never met this Monsieur Savoi. She had only seen a picture of him, which James showed her before she left. On that photo, Savoi looked like a fat cat—a small and greasy fellow, bald with a thick moustache over a spiteful grin. Where was he? Where did he go? He must have gone to New York. Talya tried to convince herself of it. It upset her that she couldn’t do anything. She didn’t know anyone in town, except Chantal, and she couldn’t possibly be of any as
