"He doesn't hate you," she said, regarding the man looking out his wndow. "His flower beds hate you."
Her weakness was catching up to her. What a shame that travelling so much was so exhausting! She'd forgotten because she seldom did it.
Although Jesse knew London, knew it quite well, she'd never hunted London. She knitted her eyebrows.
I have no idea where to start.
If she'd been thinking clearly, Jesse could've thought of a dozen places, but she wasn't. She honestly needed an answer.