Chapter 41: Chapter 41

It was Isobel who finally broke the silence.

"I, uh, just came in to get out of the rain. I don't have an umbrella."

James pointed to her hand. "What do you call that?"

Isobel looked down, "Oh. Right. I just bought it. I guess I forgot."

"I know why you're here," James said.

"No!" Isobel shook her head vigorously. "I'm not an alcoholic!" Water from her hair spattered his face, and he coughed gently as he wiped it away.

"You were following Conchita, right?"

Isobel stared, dumbfounded. "How did you-?"

James took her arm and pulled her to her toes to whisper in her ear. "We have to talk. About a lot of things. Come on."