But deep down, Grace knew she was just procrastinating and there was no denying it. For it was true. She was falling for Ellis. Like properly falling for him. And she had been since the first moment she set eyes on him in the office back at Cohen’s Convenient Storage Company. But how could she be? He has a girlfriend and you’re a fool. Don’t be that woman, Grace. You are not a Perky Yoga One. So don’t go there. Don’t be the one who will get hurt all over again.

Maybe she should go home now; surely there was a flight tonight? She should get far away from Ellis before she was tempted to kiss him again. They had enough to go on now to try to trace Lara, if she was still alive. Ships sailing to America had passenger lists, didn’t they? Maggie would know for sure. Yes, good idea. Grace made a mental note to call Maggie first thing in the morning and ask how she could go about finding the names of all who had sailed on the Queen Mary from England to America in 1946. The heir-hunter people in America would find Lara, for sure. There was enough money at stake to make it worth their while. Aunt Rachael! Another clue right there. She had helped the Jewish people build new lives in America. Someone was bound to know of her, where she had lived in Manhattan. Grace could feel her body trembling as she raced through all the possible options. All they needed was a tangible clue, a pointer in the right direction, an address to get started with and then Ellis could find Lara when he returned to New York.

To his girlfriend.