CHAPTER 7
Rory headed over to the house whose roof had once supported the shelter she and Jake had shared. When it had been made clear that Jake had disappeared for good with Myran, she had set up Pip and Alice there, to their delight.
Rory had decided to check on them first — urchins were often treasure troves of gossip and information, and she also wanted to make sure they were both doing well.
The streets of the Rookery were as familiar as the inside of Rory’s pocket. She picked her way through the lanes, ducking under low-hanging laundry lines and wading through the mix of mud, rotten leaves and guano that covered the ground, feeling faintly nostalgic. She was of course glad for the way things had changed. Her partnership with Jake would never have gone anywhere, and in any case, Ja
