Not being able to see Evelyn this morning threw me off kilt. I was in a foul mood. But I’d forgotten to deal with Maddox, and if I waited any longer I was going to seem like a p***y. I’d already given him more time than I said he had.
I stared out the window of the Cadillac as we turned towards the slums of the city, in deep thought, when Peter interrupted me.
“Why isn’t Deadleg with us for this?” He asked curiously. “He got another job to do?”
My scowl was back. In truth, I’d left Deadleg where I needed him— Evelyn’s personal bodyguard as long as she lived under my roof. Maybe even when she didn’t, too. The thought of her wandering around alone made me anxious, and I decided I wouldn’t allow it. Henry would have sufficed— but in my current state of possessiveness and rage, I wanted m
