Chapter ONE - Weebly

wished to see her. I try—” He winced. “I tried to see
her each day, even when we hadn’t made plans as
such. I stopped by late—several hours past midday.
We spoke briefly in the sitting room. She wanted to go
for a walk, but by then it was growing late, so we sat
and…” He paused, looking thoughtful. “And then I
left.”
“Did she mention that she intended to leave the
house?”
Cyrus shook his head. “No.”
“So you don’t know why she would venture out
after dark.”
He stared at the street before them, shaking his head
again. “For the life of me, I do not.”
“Do you often have business that takes you into the
streets at night, sir?”
Cyrus smirked. “You’re bold, Mister Kaille.” He
looked away, so that he was staring straight ahead.
They turned another corner and walked past a line of
warehouses. The smell of the harbor was heavy here.
Flocks of gulls perched on rooftops, preening and
crying out mournfully, and a lone osprey circled