Chapter 13 Ramsay
The first call Silver made was to the New York Chronicle, one of the largest newspapers in the world.
The second to a London Wetherspoon, a sous chef in New York.
A quick search on the internet brought up a number of photos of London and Tierney together as teenagers.
London was Tierney Silver’s best friend and most definitely the redhead in the photo.
Someone had threatened the only family Silver seemed to have left.
Because she was working with a reporter at a newspaper?
I disliked the unknown.
I’d moved to Leth Sholas for anonymity.
To live out the rest of my life in peace.
If our newest resident brought trouble to the Isle of Glenvulin and that trouble ended up in the news, it might bring my own trouble to my doorstep.
Aye.
That was the only reason I found myself obsessing over the situation with Silver.
Of course it was.
I wouldn’t allow it to be for any other reason.