Chapter 20
Victoria stepped down from her hired carriage, eyeing not one but two police vehicles in front of the holding jail.
One looked very much like what they’d rescued Rob from on the way to Fodelson Prison. The other was much smaller, built with a small seat up front and more like a closed wagon in back.
Not for passengers, then. For cargo.
Like an unconscious person.
Or a dead one.
Both carriages were missing their drivers.
“Not so sure you want to be here, love,” her driver said, stepping down himself. “Wouldn’t want to go in there alone myself.”
She turned to face him, wondering if he was honestly concerned or trying to get her to go somewhere with him instead. He watched the jail rather than leering at her, so probably the former.
“It’s quite all right,” she said, retrie
