Page 32 of Simon Says

“Then give me some of those bank notes,” she said.

“I thought that taking what you want from the Bank of Scotland is still shoplifting.”

“It’s an emergency!” Rosie said.

“I’ll tell you what it is,” Deliverance replied. “It’s called situation ethics. And it means you should examine your own positions before you start lecturing your grandfather.”

Rosie pursed her lips and tapped her toe for a minute. “Yeah. You’re right.”

“Say what?” Deliverance said.

“You heard me. I said you’re right. Give me money.” Deliverance pulled bills from his pocket and handed them over. “Why don’t you go get a suite at the Balmoral? We’ll break Sorcha out and meet you there.”

“Do you think that’s really the best…?”

“I do. You have time to finish dinner. I’ve got to go shopping first. So we should be there in an hour. Or so.” She turned to Deliverance. “You want to grab a snack while I shop?”

Deliverance grinned as he looked over at the caramel-haired woman who’d been staring at him. “See you in a few,” he said without looking back at Rosie or Simon.

Simon’s appetite had been replaced with nerves.

After all the years of wondering.

She was alive.

She was the same.

And he was going to see her.