Chapter 27
Finn and Mickey moved back out into the Bermondsey streets, busy now with wagons on their way to central London with farm wares and produce.
"What yer think he wants?" Finn asked as they crossed the street, sloshing over icy puddles.
"No telling."
"What did yer make of him when yer were there?”
Mickey shrugged. "Seems like he wants to be more important than he is. That'll make a man dangerous, yer know.“
"Yeah. Or useful. We'll likely find out one way or another."
They pushed on towards the old tenement Madochée had led them to and Finn knocked ominously on the door. It was Charley who opened it, his face dark with bruises and one eye swollen shut. "Sheesh,” Finn let slip.
"Get in here," Charley said, clearly not wanting to acknowledge or discuss fight night.
"Come in,"
