Page 119 of Murder at King's Crossing
“Hell’s bells.” Clearly agitated, Wrexford closed the book with a snap and stalked to his desk. “I must speak to Riche about having the locks replace—” The rest of the word gave way to a sharp inhale.
Charlotte was out of her chair in a flash. She saw him pick up a plain white square of folded stationery from his blotter.
“Good heavens, what is it?”
He turned it over in his fingers. There didn’t appear to be any writing on the outside or any identifying wax seal.
She held her breath, waiting for him to open it.
For a moment, he looked tempted to fling it into the fire. But after unclenching his hands, Wrexford slowly unfolded it.
Her heart was now hammering hard enough to crack a rib. Still, Charlotte heard him mutter a curse.
“W-What does it say?”
“It’s from von Münch.” He handed it to her without further words.
Forgive me,she read,but pressing circumstances require my presence elsewhere. You have my word that I shall communicate with you again soon.
Charlotte felt an odd sound well up in her throat.
And when I do, I will have some important information for you about the mysterious person mentioned in your father’s letter.
“Have you any idea what this could mean?” she whispered.
Wrexford shook his head. “Like every situation concerning von Münch, it seems like we have no choice but to wait and see.”
