George could admit that he was eager for the night to unfold, excited even. Edith had hidden the writ between a first mate of a Ship recently returned from Ipito, and a mysterious benefactor in the capital in the folds of her corsetry. It had been easy enough to retrieve. Simple in its message, it had confirmed that overnight a courier would be sent to collect the required goods. He lingered in the shadows, his thoughts returning to the Lady Knight he had formed an attraction for. With progress into solving Grace Denare’s murder, perhaps he could pursue her more openly.
The darkness of a moonless night stretched out below him as he crouched on the rooftop, overlooking the docks. So far from the taverns, there weren’t any street lamps to lift the gloom. Something that had always amused th
