‘As for your dagger—’ She held out her hand palm up, as if she expected him to give her the weapon. Michelle looked at their reflections in the wall mirror. The coachman having received his order, and being offered an extra fare if he drove quickly, set off at full speed. A dozen words, and he saw Enschede as clearly as though he stood hard by in the flesh. She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets on her way home, careful to avoid the main thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars who would recognize her person or notice her dress. So far he had not stirred; from his bloodless lips had come no sound. He will not come.
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