He'd taken a risk crossing the bridge and wandering into the East End as morning broke, though pulling his cap down hard and falling in sync with a hay wagon, the buzz in his chest told him it was worth it. They had a lead to follow and that was exactly what they needed. Maybe Billy would come through for him after all. Until this morning it had felt like nothing but a sad hope in the grass.
Around him, the city was deep in the throes of Christmas preparations with butchers parading their prize cuts of meats, destined to take centre stage on any extravagant Christmas table. Turkeys, geese and even swans were out on display. The smell of roasted chestnuts hung in the air.
Finn had a craving for Tessie's humble ginger cake as the hay wagon dragged him back over London Bridge and halfway to
