Chapter 52
Before he even saw people dressed for the theatre walk by, leaving several performances that let out around the same time, McDuff moved away from his temporary station.
He settled in the narrow street where possibility felt thick and heavy around him, hidden in deep shadows, leaning against another rough and badly mortared brick building.
He didn’t have to watch in either direction to know all the players would soon appear before him. The only questions left to answer now would have to wait until the action started.
The sensation that told him to move, and now to wait, wasn’t much different from the instinct that made him a good policeman and inspector.
A great one more often than he realized.
An odd tingle in his belly, moving to a catch in his gut. This was deeper, more
