Don't bring Arthur.
Clara read the message again.
Then she looked at her husband.
Arthur was standing beside her, his expression growing darker with every passing second.
"Absolutely not."
Clara locked her phone.
"I haven't said anything yet."
"You don't have to. I know what you're thinking."
"They're offering information about my father."
"They're ordering you to come alone to an abandoned chapel at midnight. That's not an invitation, Clara. It's a trap."
"Perhaps."
"Perhaps?"
She raised an eyebrow.
"Would you prefer I pretend it isn't?"
Arthur exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his hair.
"You're impossible."
"And you're predictable."
He gave her a disbelieving look.
She stepped closer and touched his arm.
"Listen to me. Whoever sent that message knows we're investigating Saint Gabriel. They know about the photograph, the transfer authorization, and possibly the second key."
"Which means they may know about Eleanor too."
