Cameron came after Ian, but Ian was faster. He was down the stairs and out the door before Cameron could catch up, and he made straight for Hart’s carriage. He yanked open the door to see Katie asleep on one of the plush benches. She was alone. Ian shook her. “Where is Beth?” Katie blinked at him. “I dunno. I thought she was with you.” Ian’s heart hammered. He slammed the door and strode to the coachman leaning on the wall near the horse’s heads, chewing a plug of tobacco. “Where is she?” Ian’s voice rang out, and the horses jerked back.
