“You robbed him?”
“I offered him an unthought-of opportunity to do a good deed,” he corrected. “It is his, as they say, pocket money. That b****y satchel he has strapped over his ample middle is where the true cache of coin resides.”
“How do you know?”
He shot her a look. “I’m not sure you want to know that.”
“I believe you have a very checkered past.”
“And I believe you have a finely honed ability to sniff out a scoundrel at fifty paces. Sniff later in this case. We’ll have to hurry to make that boat.”
“You didn’t save the lad.”
He stopped and frowned. “What lad?”
“That man’s serving lad,” she said. “That lord will beat him to death when he finds his coin missing, you know.”
Damion studied her for a moment or two with a look she wasn’t sure she cared for.
“Did he,” he said very
