Chapter 6
JACK WALKED INTO the low-ceilinged room and scrunched up his nose. He could never understand how Greene and his g**g could stand living above such a stench. The ground floor of the building housed vegetables until they were taken off to markets all around London. Obviously there were plenty that never made it out, or if they did, they came right back. The air was thick with the smell of rotting food.
“Ah, if it ain’t Jack the Lad,” Mr. Greene said, rising from the table in the center of the room where he’d been playing cards with an older boy.
“Greene,” Jack acknowledged. He gave a nod to the boy who might have been as old as thirteen; it was impossible to tell.
Mr. Greene pulled out a chair and indicated that Jack should take it. “Get lost,” he growled at the kid.
The boy s
