Chapter 6
“What?” His tone held a growling hint of frustration. “What makes you think we’re being watched?”
“Someone just lit a cigarillo, two roofs over. See?” She turned Moncreiffe’s jaw away from her, toward his left shoulder, where the outline of a few chimney stacks was visible because of the void they made against the stars in the sky.
There, by one of the voids, it came again. A faint orange glow that flared and then faded just as quickly.
“Could just be a spark from the chimney.”
Reluctantly, she let go of his chin. “Would a spark fly back up like that?”
The smoker raised his cheroot, the orange light flared as he took another puff, and then it swung down again, as he probably held it by his side.
“Wonder who he is.” Moncreiffe turned back to Charlotte. “This afternoon I tho
