Madman's Dance (Time Rovers #3)(178)

Glad to hear it.



Behind her, Theo’s voice rose in a flurry of Latin, telegraphing his excitement. He would tell her all about it later in glorious detail after they returned to 2058. A few days rest, and then he wanted to see the Columbian Exposition in 1893 Chicago. From there, they’d go directly to 1889 Whitechapel, their clothes nearly compatible. What would a few months have wrought for Alastair and Keats? What exciting forensic mysteries would the doctor have uncovered? What of Keats’ new career? How had he adjusted to life outside the Yard?

Maybe they could all go to the Crystal Palace again. Theo had never seen it. She could only imagine what his analytical mind would make of it.

“Where after that?” the spider asked, winching down on a thread so he could sit on her shoulder. He settled there with a contented sigh.

Cynda spread her hands. “Who knows?”

We have all the time in the world.



The End