Eighteen – Flower and Dean Street RiotHaving fun at the expense of the whores and the police, I'd pressed my luck further than I ought have done. I'd overstayed my welcome in the backyard of Hanbury Street. I had pockets full of gifts; stolen jewelry, and stolen flesh and blood; I had blood on my hands. All of which would be more than a little difficult to explain should some peeler tap me on the shoulder between Spitalfields and home. I was nearly a mile away from my lodgings.
I returned up the passageway and saw the sun full up as I stepped back out onto Hanbury Street. The road and byways were quickly filling up. Unless I had extraordinary luck, the coppers were soon going to be up in arms.
Not having prepared an escape plan, and knowing suddenly I needed one, I created one on the fly
