The MatchI returned to my study, pondering all that had happened in the past few days.
The trains failing. Mr. Pike suddenly extorting me. Roy asking me to be his emissary to, of all people, Cesare Diamond. The Four Families’ lie to the city about the Bridges Strangler being dead. Mr. Bower’s evident distress. And whatever Katie was involved with.
Why, after a year’s peace, was all this happening now?
* * *
This day, Jonathan and I met at the same restaurant Mr. Hart had taken me to. The room was full, so we were at a table in the back corner away from the kitchen door.
As we sipped tea and perused the menu, Jon said, “Mr. Hart said you liked the food here.”
I smiled, amused. “True. Yet I ate here just yesterday.”
“Then choose something different today — it shall be my treat.”
“Jon
