Chapter 3:
Helena and Phoebe left Deirdre sleeping on the table. Phoebe sat on the bed while Helena paced around her cramped cabin.
“At least she is alive. You said you think you guessed where Gertrude is. Where is she?”
“The only place I think she can be after the clue we were given. If she is flying, she must be on our ship or on the Russian ship—unless another one is cruising the skies we still don’t know of.”
“But how?”
“I’m not sure, but it must have happened during the attack. It’s the only time I can think of where we were all so focused, possibly she fell overboard and was rescued, or she was nabbed off the deck. It really doesn’t matter the how or why. What matters is it true.”
“Do you doubt it?”
“I’m beginning to doubt everything. The spirits are no better than the immorta
