15 Chapter 15

“If you tell me your name, I’ll tell Morton you were looking for him,” Henry said, his heart pounding hard, his breath choking in his throat.

Seymour smiled. “Don’t worry. We’ll deliver the message personally.”

* * * *

“Graham,” Morton said urgently as they approached the club. He gripped Graham’s arm.

He glanced at his lover, frowning. “What is it?

Morton’s dark eyes were wide and panicked. “It’s him. He’s near.”

“Seymour?” He tightly gripped the wheel of the car.

“Yes. Graham, we have to get away.”

Graham made a U-turn and headed away from the club and back toward their house. Soon to be former house. Graham had hoped they’d have more time. But they were clearly out of it.

“Do you think it’s wise to go back to the house? They might have someone waiting,” Morton said. His fingers had squeezed Graham’s arm almost painfully, but Graham ignored the discomfort.