“My lady?”
“Something wrong?”
“Is the bugger dead, then?”
She held up one hand, halting the flood of questions from the men clustered around her. “He’s not dead. He’s also not a Revenue agent.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Sounded like one to me, asking so many bloody questions.”
“It ain’t a coincidence he showed up the same night a shipment is due.”
She ignored them all, and set about discovering why he hadn’t moved or made any sound. She ran her hands down his limbs, checking for broken bones. He gave a slight twitch as she passed her hand over his right shoulder blade, but she felt nothing give where it shouldn’t. Even in his relaxed state, she could feel sleek muscles. His hands were callused. Not those of a man who performed harsh labor, but neither was he an idle gentleman of leisu
