Chapter 17
It was everything McDuff could do to keep himself from climbing up to the seat beside the driver as they drew closer to the holding jail. He still might have if he thought he could manage without slipping and falling headlong over the side of the carriage.
Speaking to Victoria had only intensified his worries, leaving him fighting regret that he’d made the telephone call in the first place. If he hadn’t, not only would he still have the absurd amount the few minutes of talking over a chattery, noisy line cost him.
He wouldn’t be fighting with equal measures of fear that she’d already be at the jail waiting for him, and hope that she wouldn’t show up at all.
The telegrams and messengers he’d sent to the others were no better.
McDuff was terribly afraid he’d once again drawn
