The PreparationThat night went no differently than any other, and I woke at Honor’s knock feeling drained and weary. One more day — and one more night — to endure before I could try finding David Bryce. I sat numbly sipping my tea, watching the rain fall outside as servants, horses, and dogs trudged in the mud.
What was I doing? Was this worth it?
Perhaps I shouldn’t trust Morton at all. Perhaps it was wiser not to go out tomorrow, to find a different way to the Diamond quadrant, not use his help.
I could meet up with a madman, a strangler, who might do the same to me. I could find myself delivered to Jack Diamond — who might be one and the same — by this Morton’s hand, and might very well meet my end. Perhaps I had no need to put myself into peril tomorrow. I could simply tell Tony whe
