Everett studied the scribbled note.
I know where she is. Meet me in the aft hold. Now.
I know where she is. Meet me in the aft hold. Now.Something seemed off. Maybe it was the tattered piece of handbill upon which the message was written. Maybe it was because not many people knew he was aboard. He raised his voice as loudly as he dared, “Who gave this to you?”
The man shrugged. “Someone came up behind me and whispered into my ear. Told me not to turn around. Put the paper and a shilling in my hand and then told me to give it to the tallest man on deck. That be you.” He moved on before Everett could ask another question.
Sweat beaded along his upper lip. Had one of his contacts found Keelen? Problem was, his fortunes had recently changed, and he was unable to pay the reward he’d promise
