And then he was gone.

As the cab pulled away, I looked behind me to watch Sebastian walking away. He suddenly turned around and seemed to look right at me. I quickly ducked down in my seat and took a deep breath.

Emily, get a grip. You’re acting like a schoolgirl.

I pressed my hands to my cheeks and willed the warmth to dissipate. Looking up, I noticed the cab driver was staring at me in the rear view mirror, his gray eyebrows knit with concern.

“Est-ce que tout est bien, mademoiselle?”

“Oui, monsieur. Merci.” I smiled at him and he smiled back before turning his attention to the road again.

Back at the hotel, I looked at my watch. It was a quarter till eight here, but I was still on Eastern Standard time and I hadn’t gotten any sleep since I’d arrived. I yawned as I began walking up the stairs to my room on the second floor.

“Miss Nichols?”

I turned around and saw the concierge standing at the foot of the stairs.

“Yes?”

“You received this message,” he said. There was an envelope in his hand.