A Perfect Devon Manor

Chapter 23 #2

But it was the maker’s mark that made her heart skid.

PL sat clearly in a distinctive rectangular punch; but this wasn’t just any Paul de Lamerie mark.

Cross-referencing with her battered copy of Jackson’s Silver he’d given it to her so the auction house expert wouldn’t spot it among the family silver – wouldn’t look too closely and notice all those fake Paul Storr pieces.

And he knew she’d keep it safe – she kept her shed locked at night; and his hold over her guaranteed her silence.

But what was the rest of his plan? What came next? Ernest must have a plan. He always had a plan. She’d spent two years helping him. This time, though, she was prepared to thwart him. She must work out how.