“How did you manage to see all this without arousing suspicion?”
“No one pays any attention to a drunkard.” Alistair spoke slowly, wondering just how often over the years his father had been sober when he seemed inebriated.
Penrith tapped the tip of his nose with his finger and winked. “Now let’s go save your family, miss.”
They parted company outside the tavern entrance of the gaming hell. Penrith entered first, loudly calling for a tankard of ale, damn it.
Charlotte watched Alistair dart to the corner of the brick building and climb up the same drainpipe she had climbed down last night. If someone had closed the window that Penrith had opened on his first foray into the structure, would Alistair still be able to get in without attracting attention?
A doxy strolling by glanced up and
