Chapter 17Joe took one look at the handsome, dark-haired man who entered the office and felt an immediate sense of distrust. That distrust grew when the man started asking Sven—the fellow who did the paperwork and crunched the numbers—after Morgan.
“Didn’t like the looks of him, Sven,” Joe mused.
Sven nodded before scrawling a few words on a scrap of paper, handing it to Samuel Grey who was outside the door.
“You’re right Joe. Do me a favor and take my horse to Miss Brown. Just to make sure all is well with Miss Helena.”
Joe nodded and ran down the docks to the stable, then immediately towards home. What he didn’t notice was the tall Englishman who quietly stole after him.
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Morgan was down at the docks approving some purchases for the Persephone with Charlie and the German whe
