Chapter 20
For the chill, highlander,” a scratchy voice muttered, and a strong arm pulled him up against something hard. Duncan shook his head, then groggily accepted the cup of tea from Sinner John. He had a vague memory of being lifted into a wagon by a horde of boys who had climbed in beside him. Now he lay shivering in the stable behind the Neptune, with blankets covering his legs. Nettles’s dagger lay beside him.
“Xander says ye avenged wee Robbie,” Sinner John said.
“The Horse Guards lost a barn and a lieutenant,” Duncan replied, raising a sad grin on the stern face. “His killer is buried in Thames mud. He’ll do no murder again.”
Sinner John touched the wooden cross that hung around his neck. “The Lord works as the Lord wills,” he intoned, then added in a whisper, “and may the ba
