Chapter 12
Arthur's carriage rolled through the late night streets under the cover of darkness. Inside, Arthur's eyes darted back and forth and his fists pounded his knees. "What the bloody hell was he thinking?" he demanded.
Castor's brow was flexed in thought. "Maybe he believed the note."
"Believed the note," Arthur spat back. "He was supposed to believe the note. And if he believed it he certainly didn't follow it. He's lucky Moses didn't slice him to bits."
"Maybe he's up to something? Has something else planned."
"He ain't up to shite but getting in my way and making things worse. And in the meantime, another shipment wasted. Another line of creditors unhappy. And this business drags on. The hell is he playing at?"
Caster sat back and listened.
"I should have sent you. He migh
