"Thank you, Frau Berthe, but I do know the way from here. I have been before, you know."

As she stormed up the metal staircase that led from Frau Berthe's bougainvillea-scented courtyard to the rooms upstairs, rage sparked all along Fury's veins.

Flint knew he was expected at ten o'clock. For the third day running, he wasn't just late, he was absent. Yesterday he'd called once. As for the day before that? She didn't want to think about the day before that. But she'd ...