SALLIS:
THE FACT THAT “Remington” seemed to ring some kind of faint bell in the back of Theodore’s mind disturbed him. That he couldn’t simply pull the thought out into existence was frustrating and felt far worse than being publicly berated by a grown-up. He listened, of course, and continued to process the pieces of information Lutece had for him, but it was hard to miss that look on his face.
“I don’t like this,” he commented right after her last word. “I can feel some- thing, like it’s on the tip of my tongue, or–or hanging from the edge of a me- mory of some kind. I can’t tell if it’s my mind making it up or if I actually do remember reading ‘Remington’ some- where.” He looked up at his colleague, brows knitted together. “And now that you mention ‘Diana’, the bells are get- ting even louder. It’s very annoying.”
The detective sat back with both arms crossed before bringing one hand up to gently rub his chin. Diana Remington, his mind repeated, over and over again, and with each repetition, the proverbial bell rung louder and louder. Diana Remington. Diana. Remington. D. R. DR.
He sucked in a breath, eyes widening.
“YOU FOUND SOMETHING OUT.” And she could tell by the look in his eyes, the contortions of his face into the most shocked of expressions. Her information ought to be more than enough for him to decode whatever it is that needed to be found out, and while she would’ve thought that it was well worth the money, it wasn’t about the money at all. Being a newcomer to the town, as well as being an outlier to the already close-knit and hereditary-based society for children, she could not very well find out every single secret there is, only bits and fragments here and there.
Tempted as she was to ask him, she gives him some time to think, to reflect, to gather his bearings before he can even speak to her. She drinks some of her tea to calm her nerves; it did not seem to work any other way. There is something about the doctor, and there is something about the youngest Remington sister, and there is something very, very wrong about Arthur Priestly. Arthur Priestly, son of Jonathan Priestly and....
Her eyes widened as much as Sallis’s, and she put aside her teacup as fast as possible. “Don’t tell me that....the youngest Remington sister is Arthur’s mother? And if so, then Xavier Remington is.....”
His uncle.
















