I have 30 or 40 pages in my head, so I'll go ahead and get that down. After that, if it keeps on flowing, I'll keep on writing. I'm more hopeful about this novel than the last one, so I may just go ahead and write at least one sequel.
Here's about 300 words. It starts with Tory talking to Lucy, who is Sgt. Crandall's granddaughter. Sgt. Crandall is the owner of a pub on Tory's street. A mysterious gentleman just tried to talk to Tory, but she brushed him off in order to protect her reputation in front of a gossipy neighbor.
"I don't know," I said to [Lucy]. "But he obviously wanted to talk to me."I have this great scene in mind where Miss Young, Tory's mentor, feels that she must interfere in Tory's love life in order to protect her reputation. I can't wait to write it.
"Are you going to talk to him?"
"Discreetly, yes. Please tell your grandfather to tell him that I'll meet him in the history section of the bookshop."
"But the stranger is standing right there with him."
"Whisper it in his ear."
Lucy did so and came back inside. Shortly afterward, the Tarquillan gentleman departed.
I tarried twenty minutes before I followed. I couldn't make my visit much shorter than usual without making it stand out in the minds of my fellow patrons.
I entered the bookshop. As I walked in, I noticed that Sgt. Crandall had followed me and he now lingered outside. This didn't really surprise me and I appreciated the backup.
"Hello, Betsy," I said to the young woman at the counter. Her husband was the owner.
She gestured for me to come up close. "There's a man back there," she whispered. "A stranger."
Needless to say, strangers didn't often appear on our street. "Well, if he tries anything, I'll scream," I said with a wink, only half kidding.
I wandered through the fiction section, eventually ending up across from the history section. The bookshop wound and twisted behind the shop beside it, so we were out of sight of the cashier.
"Miss Lawrence?" he asked.
"You'd better talk fast," I said. "My neighbors can be somewhat protective."
"I represent a group of dissidents within Tarquil who wishes to make contact with the Alden intelligence community."
This was not what I expected. "You're not after asylum?"
"No. I intend to go back to Tarquil as soon as possible."
"How did you know about me?"
"Messer Luc Layfett said that you could be trusted."