Jones pushed the pile of notes across the desk towards him. Le Blanc acted surprised, though his heart was fluttering frantically. “What’s this? I wasn’t expecting to be paid today.”
“I wouldn’t complain, if I were you, Le Blanc. Cottlesloe’s a tightwad. Be grateful I’ve managed to extract it from him when I did. The next lot may be a long time coming.”
Le Blanc reached across to retrieve the notes and brushed fingers with Jones’ bony icy hand. A shiver ran down his spine. The man was a walking ghoul. Did red blood actually flow in his veins?
“I think you deserve an advance, and I told Elijah so. What you’ve achieved for us in a short time is quite remarkable.” He nodded to the money, which Le Blanc was tucking into the inside pocket of his bearskin jacket. “There’ll be plenty more wher
