London, the day before Anna dies
Harry is shaking as he leaves the park, a wind creeping in as he walks towards the crescent of Nash buildings that line the street, Maria having gone ahead, taking with her the letter she had watched him write.
He moves slowly, letting his thoughts sprawl in front of him. This is his last chance to think.
Does he trust her? His mind darkens. Does she trust him? Neither of them has much choice, she must have surmised. As far as she’s concerned, they are the only ones left who can help Anna.
He thinks of Clive’s face earlier that day and stops dead, finally processing what is going to happen next.