Augustus Frederick scuttled from on top of the heap, pulling his pistol from his belt as he threw himself against the wall. Polidori rolled in the opposite direction, yanking Hamilton with him, shaking him into groggy consciousness and wiping blood from his cut brow.
Andrew Fairbank stood beside the n***d cadaver of Miss Kathleen Griffith, aware but unconcerned by their ungraceful entrance, taking care to unknot the ropes at Kathleen’s ankles and wrists.
“I’m glad you chose to forego the autopsy, Doctor Polidori.” He ran his finger down between her breasts, stopping at the lowest of her ribs. “Of course, the turning would have eventually smoothed over all the damage, but such a process I would not wish upon even the darkest of souls. Some cannot handle it—their mind and all cognizance of
