Clara read the message for the third time.
Tomorrow. Eight o'clock. The old Delevon Conservatory. Come alone.
Below it was Adrian Voss's signature.
She placed the phone on the desk and looked at Arthur, who had been watching her since she received the message.
"You're not going alone," he said.
Clara raised an eyebrow. "I haven't even said anything."
"You don't have to. I know that expression."
"What expression?"
"The one you wear whenever you're about to do something dangerous and pretend it's perfectly reasonable."
Clara almost smiled.
"Adrian claims he has something that belonged to my grandmother. I need to know what it is."
"Then he can bring it here."
"He specifically wants to meet me at the conservatory."
"Which is exactly why I'm suspicious."
Clara leaned back in her chair.
